|Gary, sprouting a duck from his head.|
Janice and Gary tagged along on with us on Friday. Part of this summer's quest with my sons is to investigate local places of interest. We toured a granite quarry and then picnicked in an Italian cemetery. Afterwards, we strolled for an hour among the elaborately carved stones—though many are actually sculptures—which is what makes it special. The Italian quarry artists carved their own grave markers because, sadly, the sculptors died early after developing a disease from the granite dust.
|My family with Gary and Janice.|
I begged Gary to let me haul a set of his panniers. He carries the tent and both sleeping bags. With the extra weight, it's his method to match Janice's pace. I still had touring legs from the lake sojourn, so it wasn't a stretch to add weight to my bike—actually I relished it—feeding my love of two-wheeled self-sufficiency.
Adventure Cycling's Northern Tier route (plus their own variations), utilizing vacations to make it all happen. It's a mastermind of planning and determination.
|Carl loved to chat.|
|Gary and Janice, preferring to keep the pace.|
|All buildings are colored with the distinctive cow motif.|
Nearly 30 miles later we arrived at the Ben & Jerry's factory in Waterbury. This was a great place to meet up with my family, and as luck would have it, our children had yet to visit the factory.
It's an entertaining tour, cow jokes included, and culminates in the taste testing room. We gobble free samples in a paper cup, slurping and squeezing the last bit because, as a Vermonter, you don't refuse or waste ice cream that costs 5.00 a pint.
|Boys and ice cream.|
|Ice cream and boys.|
|You can tell I'm not ready to roll to anything other than to our car. |
My eyes are closed and I'm not wearing a helmet.