We crossed the Hudson River early this morning to be, as Jesse Winchester sang “with the peaceful folk in the hills of old Vermont”. And Hills there were. We went through Bennington, then up over Hogback Mountain. When we found out that we would go past the graveyard where Robert Frost is buried, someone quipped, “maybe we should take the road less hilly”, no such luck. All the riders were pretty apprehensive about the climbing as this is the most we have done, over 5,000 vertical feet, since western South Dakota-seems like a LONG TIME AGO. But we all did fine. We were back to a climb of close to 10 miles for the first long part of the climb up Hogback Mountain. Along the way we had the constant noise of running water rushing downhill, unfortunately, it was going OPPOSITE of the way we were going. We then descended into the town of Wilmington, before the final ascent.The drop into Brattleboro was great. As expected we went through cute little towns, all with very New England style churches, and past nice farms. And the drivers were very nice as we were on narrow roads, often in poor condition, often with no shoulder, and the drivers always gave us lots of room, with NO New York style attitude.
It is hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that I have spent close to 290 hours on my bike to go from Astoria to Brattleboro, and there are only about 10 more biking hours until I finish. Though all the riders will be sad to see it end, we are all TIRED. Despite that tiredness, we are all resolute to do what we first dreamed about many years ago, and trained all those months for, which is get to the Atlantic, having ridden EVERY MILE! Tomorrow, our last full riding day, we get to New Hampshire.