We climbed Smuggler’s Notch to Stowe, VT. The cloud is where we were headed, the knob is at the summit, the notch is what the car is squeezing through (no room for two at once).
We spent Monday night in a dorm at SUNY-Plattsburgh. No AC, no ventilation, no breeze; in the 80s outside, probably over 100 degrees inside. The worst night of sleep in 8 weeks. The rain finally cooled things down around 5 AM so I got about ½ hour of good sleep.
So we were at our best when we headed out in the rain this morning. A ferry ride across Lake Champlain to an island, then a causeway to mainland Vermont- the first state without a welcome sign. Does that say something about Vermonters?
Mike (the birthday boy) on the ferry.
The rain stopped as we boarded the ferry. There were a few sprinkles and threatening skies after that, but not much rain. Still, my feet stayed wet all day.
At our lunch stop we came across the West Point cross country teams training. When it started sprinkling they packed up and got back on their bus.
Ally, if you’d been here, we’d have asked you to challenge them to a 5K as a warmup before the climb. The climb started right after picnic.
The descent was a 16% grade with switchbacks on wet pavement, so the brakes got a lot of work. The climb was a little less steep.
A busy recreational path into Stowe, then a stop for espresso so we wouldn’t get to camp too early. In camp it’s hot, humid, and sunny. Time to clean and lube the bike.
Oh, by the way…we’re over 4000 miles for the trip now.