East Alburg, VT to Milton, VT (40.5 miles)

The second day of our two-day trip was very eventful!

When we were planning out the trip, Marsha and I discovered that while we found a campsite about halfway through the route, there wasn’t much else there. And while we were planning to carry camping supplies and changes of clothes, we didn’t want to lug around a stove and extra food, so we were planning to eat out for the two days. However, there were not very many eating options to start the second day.

So we came up with a plan: get dinner in the town before our campground (9 miles away) and get extra food to eat the next morning. We stopped at a pizza place, and we each ordered extra slices to have in the morning. Cold pizza makes for a great breakfast!

At around 1:30 in the morning, we awoke to find that a hungry skunk also liked our plan! Lured by the irresistible smell of our leftover pies (after all, who doesn’t like pizza?) he scratched around amongst all of our bags, conveniently located near our bikes, trying to get at the intoxicating smell.

This is something that had never happened to me on my entire cross-country trip last summer, and I wasn’t sure what to do. If I tried to shoo him away, he could easily spray all of our belongings and make for a truly unpleasant ride back to that car. But I clearly couldn’t just let him continue scrounging away through our bags — he might damage them, and it probably wasn’t all that healthy for him to be eating our food anyway.

So I approached him cautiously, waving a flashlight at him. At first, the delicious food was a stronger draw than the light was a deterrent, but eventually he decided that the food could wait until later and he wandered off into the night.

I looked over the bags and saw that they were unharmed, but the leftover pizza was beyond saving. I rounded up what was left and carried it over to the closed trash bins of the camp, and tossed them. So much for our breakfast the next day! Marsha heard the skunk return after we went back to bed, but he quickly discovered there was nothing left for him to eat, and so he shortly left to find something else to eat.

We managed to get back to sleep, but it was a fitful sleep. The weather forecast for the next day called for showers developing in the afternoon and turning to thunderstorms later in the day, so we had planned for an early start. So, despite the lack of sleep, we pulled ourselves from our tent around 5:30 AM, packed up, and hit the road. The sun was up, but it was an overcast day.

Because of the excitement with our overnight visitor, we no longer had breakfast to eat. The nearest town large enough to have food options was 14 miles down the road, or about an hour and a half of biking on an empty stomach. Well, almost empty, as we gobbled down some granola bars and a few handfuls of gorp to tide us over until we could find something more substantial.

Before starting for the day, Marsha’s legs felt good. She was worried she might wake up sore in the morning, but that didn’t seem to happen. However, once we actually started biking, her body was incredulous that she was getting back on the bike. “Didn’t we just do this yesterday?” her early muscles complained.

Because we had such a good outcome from stopping every five miles to stretch and rest, we continued the same practice on day 2. Still, we tried to keep the breaks short, partially to get to breakfast faster, and partially to try and outrace the coming rain.

One of our early stretching breaks.

At the pizza place the night before, I was reading a local newspaper and I discovered that Bernie Sanders and his wife had just purchased a summer home in the town where we were hoping to find something to eat for the morning. We joked about possibly seeing him as we biked through the town of North Hero, and we considered grabbing a sandwich recently named for him: “Feel the Bun”. But it was breakfast we wanted and not lunch, so we found a place serving a breakfast buffet and made them sorry that they let hungry cyclists through the door.

In North Hero, where we finally got a late breakfast. No, we didn’t see Bernie Sanders.

As the day wore on, it became clear that Marsha’s legs were never quite the same as in day one of our ride, whether from the previous day’s efforts, the hillier-than-expected course, fighting against a stiff headwind that Marsha hadn’t trained for, or the lengthy ride in the morning without real food. Our breaks became more frequent, despite the darkening clouds, and Marsha’s lower back started bothering her in addition to her lethargic legs.

Still, when during a break we were joined by a group of cyclists who told us about a short detour off the main course that offered up a panoramic view of Lake Champlain, Marsha didn’t want to regret missing out, so we followed them up a slight hill to a remarkable vista.

The view of Lake Champlain, as recommended by a band of traveling cyclists.

We didn’t tarry long, however, because we thought we could feel raindrops, real or imagined, on our faces as we biked. We made our way through Grand Isle, then South Hero, and finally back to the mainland. Marsha was really at her limits by now, and the last few miles back to where we had parked the car were rather hilly. The rain started falling in earnest, although it was still just showers and not an actual storm just yet.

After cresting a hill just a couple of miles from the end point, Marsha leg muscles started contracting, and she just couldn’t bike any more. So we walked our bikes in the rain for awhile, until Marsha’s legs felt better, and we were able to ride the rest of the way back to the car.

It made for a tense day, between the approaching rain and Marsha’s deteriorating condition. But we managed to make it to the end safe and sound, if a little damp. We had anticipated that we would need some pampering after the ride, so we had booked a stay at a charming little B&B in the countryside, that featured, among other things, a hot tub good for soaking achy muscles.

For my part, I collapsed exhausted, and slept for 12 hours that night. Marsha was sore the next day, but between the soak in the hot tub and the opportunity to walk around, was making a quick recovery.

As a first experience for bicycle touring for Marsha, it wasn’t ideal. Day one was really great, but day two was a bit of a slog. However, there were many good things to take away from the experience: despite the weather, more climbing than expected, and riding for the first time with a fully-ladened bicycle, Marsha managed to make it to the end for the farthest distance she had ever biked over two days. While she wasn’t eager to get on the bike immediately, she thought that the entire experience was going to make her a better biker, which was good to hear.

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Day 1: Milton, VT to East Alburg, VT (36 miles)

Marsha and I have been looking for a vacation we could take together, and Marsha wanted to get her first taste of bicycle touring. We originally scheduled a trip to New York for a multi-day trip along the Erie Canal, but after weather scattered those plans, we settled on another option, a two day trip around Lake Champlain and through assorted islands in northern Vermont.

As coincidence would have it, the first day of our trip coincided with the one year anniversary of the last day of my cross-country trip last summer.

To prepare for this trip (her first tour), Marsha did some bike rides around Arlington of increasing distances. Her longest trip, on Saturday, was about 32 miles long, and at the end, she was exhausted. She recovered quickly, but at the time, her muscles were not happy with her.

So we settled on a plan — every 5 miles (or more often if necessary), we would stop the bikes, walk a little bit, and do some stretches.

We knew we would be camping overnight during our trip, so we thought we would camp the night before in Burlington, right on thee shore of Lake Champlain. Our campsite was nice, but our campsite was very small and the boisterous campers at the other sites kept us up late. So this morning we got up late, and by the time everything was packed up and we got breakfast and made our way to the starting point of the ride, it was just about noon. That was later than we wanted to get started, but we knew we didn’t have that far to go, so time wasn’t that big a factor.

The route itself was largely flat, but the first few miles had the hills of the day. After about three miles we crested one hill, and Marsha pulled off to the side of the road. She was questioning her choice to do this bike ride, but I assured her that after another few hills, we would make it to the shores of the lake and the course would ease considerably. I could tell that she had her doubts, but she got back on the bike like a trooper, and while there were some hills remaining, she handled them like she had been doing them forever.

Marsha modeling all our gear, at one of our early stops.

We kept to the plan of stopping every five miles, and that, combined with the much-awaited flattening of the course, made for a pleasant day. The weather was just perfect, sunny but not too hot, little wind, and all around nice conditions all day long.

A panoramic picture taken during one of our many stops. We’re just a stone’s throw from Lake Champlain!

After we stopped for dinner (pizza!) just about nine miles from our campsite, we travelled on Vermont route 78, as it passed through a wildlife preserve, then off the mainland and onto an island in Lake Champlain. We couldn’t enjoy the scenery much, however, because the road was the worst one of the day. The traffic was quite heavy, the posted speed limit was 50 mph, and when there was a shoulder, it was in pretty bad shape. Marsha was honked at when she had no choice but to swerve into the road, and for several miles the ride was very stressful.

Look at all that food!

We finally pulled in to our campsite just after 6, and we were happy to find that it was quite pretty, just steps away from the lake. It had free wi-fi, and we went for a swim in their onsite pool before settling in for the night. After the noise last night, we were pleased to find the place very quiet, with very few campers. We have the entire tent area all to ourselves!

This is the view just steps from our tent!

The frequent breaks seems to have made a huge difference, because Marsha felt great after going for the swim and walking around the campsite. I guess it is possible that she’ll wake up to sore legs tomorrow, but as of now, she feels remarkably good! We’re looking forward to seeing what tomorrow brings!

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Post-Ride: Statistics

I have compiled all the stats from my trip, and crunched all the numbers. Here are some of the more interesting totals:

Total distance: 3,757 miles

My rough guess for my total, without adding anything up, was 3700 miles. Pretty close! My initial route, planned at home before I ever saw an inch of road, was 3,561 miles.

With 3,757 miles in total, half is 1,878.5 miles. Calculating where I was at that distance: Mitchell, South Dakota, exactly where I declared the unofficial halfway point!

Countries: 2 (U.S., Canada)
States: 12 (Oregon, Idaho, Wyoming, Nebraska, South Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Iowa, Michigan, Ontario, New York, Massachusetts)
Number of Arlingtons: 3 (Minnesota, Iowa, Massachusetts)

One of the three Arlingtons I passed through, this one in Minnesota

Total number of days biking: 56
Average distance per day: 67 miles per day

My goal before I started was to average 75 miles per day. But pretty early on I traded some of my planned rest days to break up my longer distances, to the detriment of my daily average.

Total number of rest days: 11

Of the rest days, three were because I took my bike in for a tune-up and was not able to ride (Victor, Idaho; Minneapolis, Minnesota; Rochester, New York). Additionally, three more were visiting friends and family (Minneapolis, Minnesota; LaCrosse, Wisconsin; Oelwein, Iowa). I took one day to sitesee (Jackson, Wyoming). Two days were weather-related (Platteville, Wisconsin; Schenectady, New York). There were just two days off because I simply needed a break — once in Boise, Idaho, and once in Mitchell, South Dakota.

When I did my initial planning, I expected to take two rest days each week. That would have meant 19 or 20 rest days, so I actually used fewer rest days than planned (but as I said, I shortened my distances on some of the longer days).

Way back in Mitchell, Oregon, I met another person biking across the country. He and I exchanged blogs, and every so often I would check on his progress. He finished on August 1st, averaging 89 miles per day and having taken no rest days at all!

Total time biking: 248 hours, 45 minutes
Average speed: 15.1 mph

On a daily basis, the average speed I tried for was 15 mph, so to see that’s almost exactly where I ended up for the entire trip is great to see!

Slowest day: 11.66 mph; Victor, Idaho to Wilson, Wyoming

This was also the shortest day, just 21.3 miles, and the day with the least amount of biking time, 1 hour and 50 minutes, featuring the 10% incline (and 10% descent) over the Teton Pass.

The view near the top of the Teton Pass

Fastest day: 18.01 mph; Slayton, Minnesota to Redwood Falls, Minnesota

I had a nice tailwind, very flat terrain, and was racing some thunderstorms. It all added up to a quick day, and then when the storms did not materialize, I got to poke around this charming town throughout the afternoon.

Max speed: 37.29 mph

This happened on what was probably the windiest day of my whole trip, from Glenrock, Wyoming to Douglas, Wyoming. Early on I had to bike against the howling wind, and had trouble getting any decent speed even while going downhill. Then I turned, the wind became a tailwind, and a record speed was set!

I had three “centuries”, or rides of 100 miles or longer:

100 miles; Douglas, Wyoming, to Harrison, Nebraska; 6 hours, 33 minutes
105 miles; Grand Rapids, Michigan to Flushing, Michigan; 6 hours, 22 minutes
100 miles; Port Huron, Michigan to London, Ontario; 6 hours, 9 minutes

The first one is also the longest time biking on one day for the entire trip.

Total number of ferries taken: 3 (Cassville, Wisconsin, across the Mississippi River; Milwaukee, Wisconsin, across Lake Michigan; Marine City, Michigan, across the St. Clair River into Canada)

The ferry across Lake Michigan, approaching Muskegon, Michigan

Average heart rate: 140 beats per minute
Max heart rate: 190 bpm

This happened on the day I spent 20 miles on a dirt road in Idaho. My heart rate got up to 189 over the Teton Pass.

Largest one-day climb: 4,167 feet; McKenzie Bridge, Oregon to Redmond, Oregon

This happened on just my third day biking! Talk about a rude awakening!

The view near the top of the McKenzie Pass

Largest one-day descent: 3,763 feet; Mission, South Dakota to Platte, South Dakota

This happened on one of the days I was fighting the wind as I biked across the plains of South Dakota. I’m glad I had gravity to help me!

Total ascent: 98,477 feet

I think I’ll just round this up and say I climbed 100,000 feet! That is more than 18 and a half miles! Biking 56 days, that works out to an average climb of 1,759 feet per day.

Summits: 11

Total credit card charges: $5,942.96

Most of those, of course, are food and lodging along the way. Also included are the bike tune-ups, and some supplies when I needed to restock. Not included: the cash I spent along the way. One bike shop asked that I pay in cash, and I recall at least two B&Bs that required cash payment. There were several restaurants and diners that didn’t accept a credit card.

Additionally, if you also add in the cost of the bike, which I bought (several years ago) just for this trip, and the pannier packs (ditto), as well as the camping equipment, the plane ticket, etc., I’m guessing I spent a total of about $10,000 for this trip. Not bad for a 10 week trip! I had set aside more than that, in case I needed it.


  • Hotel: 23
  • Friends/Family: 22
  • WarmShowers.org: 9
  • B&B: 7
  • Camping: 5

I have a lot of friends scattered all over the country! The trip was mostly split into two parts though, before and after the halfway point in Mitchell, South Dakota. Most of the camping and Warmshowers.org hosts were in the first half, and most of my friends and family were in the second half. Hotels and B&Bs were split pretty evenly between the two.

Blog posts: 87

  • Daily updates: 56
  • Rest days: 11
  • Weekly Stats & Observations: 9
  • Misc: 7
  • From the Mailbag: 4

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Post-ride report: Two Weeks Later

Several people I run into ask how I am doing now that I have been done with my bike trip. How much am I riding? How is my body reacting to not riding 50+ miles every day? How am I spending my days? What is next? So I thought it was worth a blog post to talk about how I am doing.

(By the way, I still am working on blog posts for the final statistics and observations regarding the trip. Those posts should be up later this week.)

First, let me talk about my activities since my finish two weeks ago. Almost immediately, Marsha and I went on vacation. Marsha is a school teacher, and while she didn’t have to work this summer, by the time I returned, it was less than two weeks until she had to start up again for the new academic year. So if we were going to have a vacation together, it had to be shoehorned in during that remaining time.

Thus, I barely had time to unpack from my trip, and then I had to pack again. We went to a house on a lake in New Hampshire for four days, which was very quiet and relaxing. I didn’t take my bike with me, so I had absolutely no biking in the first several days back. I did some kayaking and some swimming, though.

Once we returned from our vacation, I settled in for some serious downtime. We did take time to host a dinner with some friends, and some other friends had us over for a cookout. I have done my best to get back to my regular life, going to our weekly trivia night, attending one friend’s brithday party and another’s going-away party, seeing a couple of movies that I had missed during my trek, and going to an outdoor concert.

Marsha has been getting ready for the upcoming school year for the last two weeks. During our vacation in New Hampshire, we talked quite a bit about her teaching, and that, combined with some reading she had been doing, got her more and more excited about the coming year and it has been fun to share in her enthusiasm. She began spending more and more of her time and energy getting prepared, and I have helped her whenever I could do so.

Most of all, though, I have been reading. I love to read, but on the road, it wasn’t possible to do much of it. I did carry an e-reader with me, but between the time spent riding, eating, blogging, and talking to people, there was very little extra time. I didn’t have time to read more than a few pages during the almost 10 weeks of my trip, and I have tried to make up for that since I have been back. I’ve read books, comics, graphic novels, and magazines. I’ve done some reading every single day, and it has been wonderful.

I’ve been back on the bike just a couple of times, and each time has been for very short distances. I think my matabolism has slowed down, as I’m no longer voraciously hungry all the time. I’m trying to learn to enjoy food once again.

I can tell I am missing the road, though. I just had my first biking dream: I dreamt I had to bike out to western Massachusetts to pick up something, and so I was once again planning my route, looking at the weather, etc., just the way I did all the way across the country.

My leg muscles have finally stopped randomly twitching, which tells me that they have recovered from the abuse I put them through for two and a half months. My tan marks are starting to fade, although if you look closely, you can still see the stripes on my head from the holes on my helmet.

What’s next? I still don’t know yet. For now, I am enjoying my relaxing days, reading, napping, cooking for/with Marsha, and generally lounging around. At some point I’m sure I’ll start to get antsy to be more active, but for now I’m having a great time exploring my non-bike tour life.

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Day 56: Boylston, MA to Revere Beach, MA — 50 miles

And with that, the trip comes to a close.

Fittingly, the roads I biked on were very familiar to me, and I saw many familiar faces along the way, leading up to a grand finale on the beach, with dozens of friends on hand to cheer my accomplishment.

I started, of course, in Boylston, and Brian saw me off in the morning. Just a few miles from there, I ran into Bruce, who had communicated with Brian to find out when I was leaving, and was on the side of the road, capturing a video of me as I went by.

About an hour later, I stopped in Maynard, to see Betsey and Scott, who live there. We went to the Maynard Farmer’s Market, where Betsey bought me a nice, juicy peach to enjoy before continuing on.

Betsey and Scott, at their home in Maynard.

After another 10 miles, I came to the start of the Minuteman Bike Trail in Bedford. The Minuteman is a 10+ mile long paved rail trail running from Bedford in to Cambridge, and along the way goes through Lexington and Arlington, where I live.

At the Bedford end, I met Dan and David, two biking friends who live in the area, and they biked the 10 miles from Bedford to my house. It was a victory ride, of sorts, as we all talked about the trip, and various bike rides we each have been on that made an impact in our lives.

Dan and David met me in Bedford for the ride home.

I was so happy to arrive at our house! It was great to see everything again, and I dropped off most of my gear. No need to carry it the remainder of the way to the beach! So I had a nice, light bike for the final stretch.

While I was home, I saw our cat Petra, who was initially standoffish to me, and I wasn’t sure if she had forgotten me, if she was mad at me for being gone so long, or didn’t recognize my smell because I was so sweaty. I also saw my mother-in-law, Anne-Marie, who traveled from Connecticut to be there for my return.

And of course I saw my wife Marsha. I had seen her about a week earlier in New York, but it was wonderful to see her again, and I look forward to being able to spend much more time with her in the coming days before she has to go back to school.

But I wasn’t finished with my trip just yet. Dan regretfully departed for home, and was replaced with another friend Arun, and David, Arun, and I biked the final 10 miles to Revere Beach.

Arun, Dan, and David, outside my home. We are getting ready to ride to the beach.

Before I left for my trip back in June, I had plotted out a bicycle-friendly route to the beach, which included some back roads, some roads with bike lanes, and even a paved bike trail for quite a few miles. I rode this route several times, both to do some training to prepare, but also to fix the route in my mind so I would know it, just for today.

I triumphantly led the way, and we arrived at the beach to the applause of a couple of dozen friends who were there just for the occasion. Brian and Rachel had come in from Boylston, Betsey and Scott were there from Maynard, Marsha and Anne-Marie came from our house, and many other people showed up as well.

The inspiration for my trip, Sheila, showed up as well, and I think she was flattered that I had used her experience thru-hiking the Appalachan Trail to motivate me for my own voyage.

After I dipped my bicycle tire in the ocean, we hung out at a pavilion on the beach for hours, enjoying the nice day. It was a hot day, but with the ocean breeze it felt downright reasonal. I was worried that Revere Beach would be very crowded on a hot Saturday in August, but surprisingly, there weren’t that many people there.

My bicycle, with the front tire in the Atlantic Ocean.

Some members of our group took a dip in the ocean, until we noticed some lightning strikes in the water just a few miles off the shore. It never rained where we were, but for much of the afternoon we got to see nature’s light show. Several people had brought snacks, and we ordered a couple of pizzas, most of which I ate because I was, as usual, starving.

There was a group of people working on an art project, walking through the pavilion and filming passersby talking about their personal stories, which they were planning to edit into a film. Naturally they came over to our group, and I ended up telling them stories from my trip. Maybe I’ll make it into their finished project!

As evening began to fall we dispersed, with Marsha, Anne-Marie, and me making our way back to our home. After a quick meal, we turned in, and I got to sleep in my own bed for the first time in 67 days. I slept very soundly.

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Day 55: Amherst, MA to Boylston, MA — 60 miles

Wow! My penultimate day of biking!

In the morning, I had breakfast at the B&B, and I had an interesting discussion with a woman sitting at my breakfast table. She was in town for a wedding, and we talked for quite awhile about weddings in general, as well as about my trip.

To get out of Amherst, I started on the same network of rail trails I rode on to get into Amherst yesterday. Once those ended, I made my way to Route 9 and through the charmingly-named Belchertown.

I had plenty of time, so I stopped off at the Quabbin Reservoir Visitor Center, to read about when and how the Quabbin was constructed. I was amazed to learn that there were several small towns that were displaced by the creation of this reservoir! The Quabbin is the primary water supply for most of the metro Boston area, including Arlington, where I live.

The southern shore of the Quabbin Reservoir.

I stopped in nearby Ware for lunch, at the Ware Cafe. I was just finishing lunch when a couple with a baby approached me and asked me about where I was biking to and where I had come from. When they heard that I was almost done with a cross-country trip, the man, David, wanted to shake my hand. They had a number of questions about the logistics, and they were very impressed that I had done the whole thing by myself.

The day was filled with much more “New England” stytle climbing — lots of little hills, up and down and up and down. Most all hills were under 100 feet, although there were a few that were larger. Nothing approached the big climbs from yesterday.

I was biking through the small town of Barre, and I came across a little country store across from a park that I remember from my Tour de New England two years ago. Then, I had stopped here to enjoy a break and a treat, so I decided to do the same thing again.

Biking through Massachusetts has been a very interesting experience, with so many different emotions going on all at once. I am, first and foremost, excited to see my wife again, as well as all my friends who live nearby!

But there is also some sadness that the trip is coming to a close. I’m ready for it to be over so I can get back to my regularly-scheduled life, but it has been a trip years in the making, between dreaming, planning, and preparing. And the experiences have been so wonderful, it is a shame to see that end.

On top of everything else, I’m experiencing a nostalgia for my trip two years ago, because I am riding on many of the same roads, in reverse order, that I did then. I remember this! I rode up this hill that I am riding down! I got lost here, so I better not take that turn!

After the trip down memory lane in Barre, I made my way over to the Central Mass Rail Trail. I only rode on it for 5 miles or so, but it was a well-maintained, nice path to bike on, even if it wasn’t paved. Eventually, I got off and on to MA Route 122, which had a bike lane shoulder, which was very nice. It was, however, a very hilly road with lots of rolling hills. If there are bikers out there who want to do some hillwork, this would be an excellent option for that.

One section of the Central Mass Rail Trail. There are several sections over, you guessed it, Central Mass.

Finally, I stopped at the Wachusett Reservoir, which was the original choice for a reservoir for the Boston area, but it turned out to be too small for the demand, and so the larger Quabbin was planned and built further west. Now, the Wachusett Reservoir is a backup in case of emergency.

The Wachusett Reservoir, on the border between West Boylston and Boylston.

The last stop on the day’s ride was at the home of friends Brian and Rachel in Boylston. They kindly opened up their home to me, and besides giving me a shower to use and a bed to sleep on, took me out for dinner while laughing at the various tan lines all over my body.

The weather was perfect, and this was a most excellent penultimate day. I’m glad that I planned a series of these shorter rides for the last few days, so I can take the time and enjoy the final miles of my trip.

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Day 54: Housatonic, MA to Amherst, MA — 60 miles

After using so many words yesterday describing the difference between “eastern” and “western” hills, today I had two “western” climbs. Go figure.

After a quick stop in Lee, Massachusetts to grab some grub, the first climb started. It was a 900 foot elevation gain over some 10 miles, with a 1200 foot drop on the other side. I had ridden this exact route before, when I did my Tour de New England two years ago, only in reverse, and I remember that road being my first climb of more than 1000 feet.

Greenwater Pond, about halfway up the first climb.

After some ice cream in Huntington, I tackled the second climb of the day. This one was just 800 feet up, but it was only over the length of six miles or so, so was steeper than the first climb. Then came an 800 foot drop, so it felt like it was all for naught!

The little town of Chester, in a valley between the two climbs of the day.

After that, there was a slow, steady descent into Northampton, a wonderful New England town near the middle of the state. Not too long ago, Northampton had the distinction of having the highest number of bookstores, new and used, per capita of any place in the country! Some of those bookstores have since closed so it is not true any longer, but as book lovers, Marsha and I enjoy coming here and going from store to store.

I did browse through two bookstores during the afternoon, but knowing that space was limited on my bicycle, I didn’t actually get any. Once I get back, Marsha and I will have to plan a trip here or somewhere similar so that I can actually get some books!

Finally, I rode the paved rail trail from Northampton to Amherst, which is about 8 miles. All around Amherst and Northampton is an impressive network of paved trails, including former railroad bridges, some quite long, that have been converted to pedestrian and biking bridges across rivers and streams, and through the downtown areas.

A section of the paved rail trail between Northampton and Amherst.

Once in Amherst, I got a place at the Amherst Inn Bed & Breakfast. When I checked in, I thought I was the only person in the entire place, but later on many people showed up and eventually there was a full house.

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