|Waiting at the ferry dock.|
|Lightweight packing on my Trek 830 Antelope.|
|Bridgestone MB-3 with larger panniers. Cushy Thermarest pad|
and rolled up fleece blanket strapped to rear rack.
Lake Champlain Bikeways map as it not only shows the lake route, but a myriad of loops associated with it. I taped up our battered copy after my last ride.
|Enjoying the cool breeze and view from the upper deck.|
At one point the unmistakable thwack-thwack noise meant I picked up something on the rear tire. I stopped and extracted a .25" piece of glass from the new rubber I'd replaced that very morning. Amazingly, the air remained. Yikes! That Nimbus tire I'd made fun of really did the trick. I'm now convinced that I will further spend good dough on puncture resistant tires.
|The North Face tent that we still love for its roomy interior and freestanding capabilities.|
|As we discovered, Steve is also an avid non-motorized bike rider.|
Our dinner of pesto and noodles was combined with biker Steve's amazing spread. My husband had earlier befriended this Minnesotan, who toured from his home to the Maine coast and was on the return ride. I presumed the attraction was because of the grey beards (just kidding), but learned that they shared the love of travel,hitchhiking in their younger years to some of the same places.
With our pot of noodles in tow we shared dinner at his table. A bottle of wine was open. Steve pulled out salad, his wife's homemade blue cheese dressing, croutons, and lobster pieces for topping, fresh from Maine. Egads, that was for starters! I helped myself to wine while he roasted a whole onion with butter in aluminum foil in the fire along with a baked potato. When that was done, he grilled a fresh piece of salmon in a square two-sided rack over the open flames. Yuuummmmy! Steve responded to our marveling at his accouterments and fine fare, "I've had a lot of practice. I aim to eat well."
|Rocky hillside in background.|
|My main squeeze, enjoying the beautiful day.|
|Typical style of large, old apple trees with barns filled with tractors and wooden boxes.|