Not twenty miles to Essex rather a grueling twenty-five, walked five hills and the shoulders were barely navigable. New York State needs to get real and delete this road section from Albany North from their Empire State trail. I have ridden over 16,000 miles and my nerves were severely tested. with great relief I rolled into Essex, a very charming town, but the ferry was unloading and I had to make a beeline to make it on time. Fifteen minutes on the ferry and I was on the other side. I chatted with the crew who were retirees just filling in. Once on the other side I chilled out under a small roofed in tourist pamphlet area until Rick Peyser arrived. Great to see him. Some how after removing my front and rear wheels we shoehorned my bike into his Honda Fit. The rear seats fold back enabling a bike to be slid in the rear side doors. Off we went to Underhill, Vermont where after seven days on the road, well over three hundred miles, I could garage the bike and take a break. Rick and his wife Jan treated me like loyalty and took me out for a delicious dinner. Such a charming area of Vermont with small hamlets dotted with farms and rural settings. Rick and Jan’s house is up a dirt road with a spectacular view of a mountain from their back porch. Tomorrow, Rick and I head for New Hampton School for our fifty-fifth reunion. How can that be?
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