Camping by another river

Here I am, typing on my computer at our campsite next to a rushing river.  Being from California this still surprises us.  There are more rivers, creeks, brooks and bodies of water than we ever imagined.  Water is everywhere and we love it when it isn't pouring out of the sky.

Yesterday, we had the most lovely ride.  We saw at least 4 covered bridges and spent some time in Woodstock, Vermont.  We would rate it right up there with Santa Barbara or Camden, Maine.  Cedar made a great comment yesterday, "The towns we ride through aren't stuck in the 70's, they are stuck in the 1700's but with modern technology'"  The architecture is stunning and we are still seeing rock walls lining the roadways.  At the local bike shop we were given a great route out of town on a road with almost no traffic, plenty of cows and a creek, of course.  We were able to leave our bikes outside the shop with the reminder that no one locks their bikes.  We've heard that over and over again here in small town America.  Isn't it sad that we have to lock our houses, cars and gates?

"Mom, are you sure that we aren't in the mountains?"  "No, Zion, that will be tomorrow."  "What?"  Cedar exclaimed!  This was one small example of our conversation yesterday as we tackled an uphill battle that was several miles long.  Cord couldn't even speak he was so exhausted but we all made it, on our bikes without walking.  I'll let you know how we do on the Green Mountains today.  The road we are currently on is full of truck traffic but we are hoping there will be a shoulder.