Friday, July 23, 2010

Day5 - Our Day

Day5 – Our day.
We left the Chairvolotti’s on a beautiful morning. That is if you like a stormy sky. But the weather looked great to the south and that is where we were heading. So, as we approached Burlington on the freeway, the traffic came to a screeching halt. You have to be kidding me. A traffic jam on the Interstate in northern Vermont.
Almost 1 hour later, it finally breaks free. There is nothing there. No accident. No construction. Nuttin’ honey. But, the guy that drove down the breakdown load to pass us… He was there. Right behind acop with a pad of paper in his hand. Ahh. Justice.
OK, decision time. It looks kind of clear in front of us. So, we decide to push on at freeway speeds. Just outside of Burlington, there is a rest area. I need to powder my nose, so we stop. We also think it might be wise to bring in our rain suits. It only took about 5 minutes and it was pouring again. OK. We wait.
Now this rest area has free WiFi. So, I get the Mini to work on the blog. Con is reading every vacation land handout that is produced in Vermont. After all, we have time. In the mean time, a bunch of people stop as they all do. During a small lull in the rain, I walked out to the bike with netbook in hand. Suddenly, I am approached by this burly looking guy in leathers. “Hey, are you looking at the weather?”
Now, why didn’t I think of that? So, back inside and www.woaa.gov is accessed. After a couple of clicks, I am looking at the weather radar. Guess where the weather is? Yupp. Right over us. The rest of New England looks fine. That was enough for me, we packed and got back on the bike.
We started this day’s blog by saying “Our day.” So, to make a long story short. We traveled to Manchester NH, found a motel. Got off the bike. Washed clothes. Caught up on the blog and pictures. Looked at our email. Ate a fantastic steak and cheese grinder with bakalava for desert. Went to bed early and got up this morning. Charged all the electronics.
This was “Our Day.”

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