Having survived on fear and adrenaline for the first three days of the ride, this morning provided relief -- breakfast at the local coffee shop. It was the place favored by the locals -- men my age gathered around a big table in no hurry to finish. Lady my age doing everything efficiency and kind concern for her customers. I was sure I would earn it - so I ate well and had a wonderful long talk with Beth. Then out of the lovely tourist village and up into the hills again to face whatever the route designers had in store. Winding west then east across the state, the route picked its way through beautiful mountain scenery. I was now accustomed to taking the routes around the most difficult sections and felt no remorse. It was surprising at the end of the day across a tall field of corn being harvested. I never thought of Vermont as a place for corn, but remembered that it is cultivated in the highlands of Kenya with good results.
