|My smiling friend, Adele. She's game for rides, especially if they involve |
eating good food and stops for garage sales.
I've been on several overnights alone, so having a companion—other than my husband—was a first. Adele is semi-retired. With my light work schedule, we've ridden a few times together and shared a room on organized tours. More importantly, we are like-minded: interested in reading signs, admiring flowers, stopping for lawn sales, and/or something that piques our interest. Adele is also a foodie: she's a great cook, teaches cooking classes, brings treats to my house, totes luscious snacks on rides (think pear tart or healthy cookies). Food is a priority. I knew we'd get along well.
So unsurprisingly, on our first day, as I admired wild roadside phlox, their white and pink blossoms bending in a light headwind, we stumble on an outhouse titled "Bikers Rest". It comes complete with classic crescent moon cutout on the door. And a lawn chair, just in case there's a line. But really, I imagine it's a welcome sight for cyclists on this popular route. Insects starting nagging me so I was ready to get moving, however, inquisitive Adele had to peek inside.
|Plastic jug placed upside down functions as urinal.|
Indeed, it's a classic outhouse, complete with wooden bench setup and makeshift urinal. Which makes sense, considering more cyclists are male. I was more curious about the history of the outhouse and why the owners placed it beside the road.
|I recognized the Blackburn rack. You go, Adele!|
|The campground was surprisingly empty. We had our pick of campsite.|
A quick ride back over the bridge to Vermont and we eat breakfast at the aptly named Bridge Restaurant.
|Snapping turtles are a pretty common sight in Vermont.|
|Later, Adele admitted to loving our alternative to Lake Champlain Bikeways |
Route and passed the information to a touring cyclist.
|Day 2 - Adele still lugs the new found bike rack.|
|The summer home has fallen into disrepair. Note the chimney|
bricks tumbling to the ground.
Included in the ticket price is admittance to adjacent King's Gardens—more our style. Once upon a time, the wealthy Fort Ti owners built a grand summer home, complete with English style walled garden. Today, the plants are lovingly tended, while the home is sadly falling apart.
|Iris and columbine are in bloom.|
|Amtrak station in Westport, a hop, skip, and a jump from the hotel.|
|I drank a Dark & Stormy with my tasty burger and fries.|
|Waiting at the top of one hill, I spy a face in a tree.|
|Double rainbow lights up the sky after the storm.|
Storm clouds rumbled so I skedaddled home. The only trip casualty: I'd lost a water bottle somewhere during the last five miles. Oh well.
For a map of our route, refer to Tour de Ticonderoga route.