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Robert Frost was right.

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Seeing that we were in Robert Frost country, we followed his example and took the road less traveled.

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In Vermont that means one minute you’re passing open fields and meadows…

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And the next you’re driving a road cut through a mountain.

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My car was straining on some of the inclines, I can’t imagine bicycling up it.

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Or down it in the drizzle and fog.

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That pretty much describes the way we travel. I pick a spot of interest and we explore at will along the way.

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You never know what you’ll find.

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Like this sweet little riverfront park in the middle of nowhere.

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With a touching memorial rock.

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And some funky flora.

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Required selfie.

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And more heartfelt rocks.

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Rock snot!

Proof positive you really do learn something new every day.

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34 thoughts on “Robert Frost was right.”

  1. Wow. What a gorgeous part of our world.
    I visited New Hampshire and Vermont briefly when I as around 15 and I still remember it being SO beautiful.
    I’m always amazed at those bikers who can tackle those tough climbs. And Frank, well Frank sounds like an amazing spirit.

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      1. In BC we have the Frank Slide. Half a mountain slid down and covered the town of Frank. It was impossible to recover the bodies. (Just reporting this because of the name, not to horrify anyone. It happened over a cengury ago, I believe.)

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      5. Pretty much. Or when people insist on building their homes on the banks of a floodway. This happened in Winnipeg, where the Red River floods every year. The government built the floodway to help protect people living in low-lying areas, but someone thought the banks would be a lovely spot to live. Then, when they lost those homes during a particularly bad flood, they tried to sue the city for opening the floodgates. The hell with anyone else, they said, even though they were advised not to build there. Some people have no intelligence. They lost the suit, of course, and the insurance companies refused to pay for flood loss. Served them right!

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  6. I’m so jealous! I need to make my way up to the east coast to visit New England. That’s the second on my destination list. But, what the fuck is snot rock? First of all….ewwww and second how did it even get started? But the foliage is just beautiful as are the normal rocks with the dedications on them.

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  9. I went to a Rush concert a few years ago. I made the mistake of taking a hotel shuttle to the venue and got caught out in the rain. By the time I got home I had a case of the rock snot. It was a great show but a tour of Vermont would have some better memories attached to it. Sooner or later.

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      1. Neil Peart, who played (The Hell out of the) drums and wrote all the lyrics, died of brain cancer in 2020. I was lucky to see them ten different times from1982 onward. The CD player in my room has two albums om board and there’s a bunch of vinyl in the stack.

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  11. That sign of the bicycle going downhill brings back memories, but the grade was not a mere 20%. I was 18 and foolish when I decided to cycle through the Rockies, going east. Coming out of Oosoyos on Hwy 3 I had to walk my 10-speed up the mountain, the bike wanted to go backwards if I tried to ride. It took a number of hours to reach the summit. Thankfully I got on the bike and started to coast down. The ride was thrilling, and in places I reached speeds impossible to reach with leg-power. The road was curvy, but not so much I could not navigate it. Until a straight stretch opened up as I neared the bottom. I must have been going 60 mph down the grade when I saw a hairpin turn at the bottom. I clutched the brakes as hard as I could, and somehow I slowed enough to just make the turn, though if there had been a vehicle coming from the other direction I would not be here to tell the story. I still coasted for a good mile before I could stop the bike and get off, shaking horribly all the while at how close I had come to dying. When I finally did stop I looked at my brakepads to see if they had survived. There was no rubber left to be seen. It was metal on metal, and there was a shiny circle on the rims.
    This was not my only brush with death in my life but it was absolutely the worst because I could see it coming with almost no way to prevent it. And lots of time to contemplate my demise.
    Needless to say, my ride through the mountains was over. I sold the bike in the next town and took a Greyhound the rest of the way.

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      1. I rode a bike rather than buy a car till I was in my 40s. I loved being able to pedal everywhere, even in winter when I could. But never again up or down a mountain. You could say that ride has lasted me a lifetime. 🤩

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