A gorgeous morning in Vermont, bodes well for today’s ride.
Dan Sparti and a hearty breakfast.
A quick stop in Moscow for a pic:
My route took me through some great country. I found a gas station in the middle of nowhere, and I was really glad it was there. The pumps were so old they had rolling numbers on the pump. I think the place was called Zack’s. He over billed me, but I wasn’t going to give him a hard time. I was just glad to have gas. Unfortunately, I was in a bit of a time crunch. I really wanted to get to the camp before sundown, and at a gas stop I spotted a fellow cyclist heading in the right direction with camping gear, and decided to follow him. Although he was on a smaller bike (a WR250R I believe) he was keeping a good pace through the twisties on the way to the camp.