68 miles to Wilton

May 28, the fun began after leaving Dudley.  I have done the Rockies and the Pyrenees but the constant up and down of the hills going around Worcester wore me down.  Perhaps it is age or the fifteen pounds I need to lose. Perhaps, the weight of the heavy duty inner tubes or the larger front tire is slowing me down but something needs to give.  Finally, arriving in Wilton, New Hampshire at another warmershowers house, I was ready for some R&R.  Along the way, I traversed some dirt roads and sketchy rails to trails.  Briefly, made a visit to the High Mowing School where my son Cyrus attended.  The Wilton hosts live in a converted barn right in the center of Wilton.  The house was open and modern, a house I could see replicating.  Jeff and Lynn Stone fed me like a god and the wine flowed to excess, real nice people.  Next morning, the breakfast was superb. I am more convinced that I should find some land up there to relocate the 1829 poorman’s Greek Revival I saved from demolition.  A dream perhaps but something worth pursuing.  Northward I go.