Day 10
September 13th, 2005
VVV Rally
Inn of 6 Mountains
Killington, Vermont

I'm generally a confirmed solo rider, but I do like small rallies where I have a chance to make new friends, and reunite with old.  I ride a lot of miles each year, so how many miles I get in at these functions is not as important as hanging out with my buddies.  These gatherings give me time to mingle with others that share my 2 wheel passion.

I was in Killington for 3 days riding with the New England riders of the ST BBS.  Old friends like John Cooper, Uncle Phil, and Don and Joyce Cortez were on the scene.  Dan (Dano) Baynes and Jay (Jaybird) Richardson carried out most of the planning for the VVV, and did a excellent job.  Starting with our luxurious accommodations at the Inn.  I was in tall cotton as they say around here. 
Don and Joyce had shipped their bikes to Maryland and had made their way to Vermont on their way back west.  It was fun to see them twice in a single year.

Before moving out, Uncle Phil and I suggested we adopt the UK "drop and sweep," rules for group riding.  At first the group was a little confused, but quickly caught on, we used it with great success all 3 days.  It drew praise from all the participants.  Everyone appreciated how it lends order to the ride, and improves safety.
We started the rally north on SR 100 to Rochester.  The morning was warm and sunny.  Temps were still 20 degrees above normal for this time of year.  Was my timing good or what?  The weather for the next 3 days made up for all the cold ass days I've spent in New England the last few years.

It was a nice ride to breakfast.  We found a cafe in Rochester and had a nice meal.  I met a waitress named Eberley.  I tried to get her to swipe my room key to pay for my meal, but she wasn't buying it.  "No, I don't think your room key is going to work."  

When Breakfast was over we headed west to the college town of Middlebury.  I've been through here a few times, and I find Middlebury to be the quintessential New England town.  The village is full of well kept shops with wood signs, tree lined streets and Maples in the downtown business district.  A small college is located there and it lends to the atmosphere.

From Middlebury we crossed farmland into the Champlain Valley.  The route took us past the lake and the Champlain Bridge at Chimney Point, where you find a tavern first built in 1780, and the present structure in 1810.

Because I was riding in a group, I was forced to pass many good photo ops, and unable to document many of the great roads we traversed.  Take my word, the scenery was good, with excellent roads.

We crossed into New York at Crown Point, where we took a break at the visitor center.  A fort once stood on the grounds that through the years flew the French, British, and American flags.  When the fort was constructed it was still unclear who was going to be the dominant power in North America.  The British settled the issue in the French and Indian War.
​The bridge at Crown Point looking back to Vermont
From the bridge it was west to the foothills and then north on 9N along the lake to Westport, there the route turns to the High Peaks area of the Adirondacks.  When I was riding past the lakes and homes, I thought about those chairs we use to have in the front yards in Virginia.

In Keene Valley we hit SR 73 and took a long climb past the Cascades Lakes.  The riding was good.  Nice scenery and a few good leans.  The road took us into Lake Placid, where the Olympic ski lift still stands.  Man, that thing is tall.  We stopped at the Lake Placid Diner for lunch, where I had a pretty good chicken sandwich.

After lunch we took a loop around Sentinel Range by going down a branch of the Ausable River, and past Whiteface Mountain to the town of Jay (that's the name).  We hooked up with another branch of the Ausalbe on 9N and beat back south on shortcuts to Essex via route SR 22.
​The village of Essex, New York
We just missed the ferry at Essex, with time to kill I took a short walk into the village looking for something to drink.  Essex was a small collection of old stores and homes, less than a dozen in total.  The first place I stopped was close for some reason so I went across the street to check with the librarian who was sitting out side reading a book.

  "M'am a place I can get a Coke?" 

The store down the block is closed?"


She looked back to me with a confused expression, "then I dunno,"  I could see the ferry on the way back so I went back to the boarding area, and chatted with the others.
​This sexy lady was giving me the eye from a dress shop in
Essex.  I nodded my head approvingly when she tried on the hat.

Uncle Phil and I crossed here in 2001.  I knew we took a ferry, but I had no idea this was the one.  "Yep this is it, we went right up there and took off east."  He has a memory like a elephant.
​  Lining up for the ferry ride back to Vermont.
Back in Vermont we rode a few more miles and stopped in Hinesburg for a snack.  The riding had been good, and we relaxed.  The weather was really warm for the locals, topping out at 89 degrees, but it was only a little humid.  I felt sorry for them.  People everywhere were wiping their heads, and burning up in non air conditioned cars.  I'd agree, I wouldn't buy a car with AC if I lived here.

After Hinesburg it was bac kroads and hollers past Camel's Hump, then east through through the curves to Appalachian Gap, and down into Waitsfield.  There, we hit 100 and back to the Inn completing a 273 mile day.  A fun, enjoyable ride.  Everyone enjoyed the drop and sweep, and by days end had it down pat.  No one was lost, and no close calls.  

I changed into running stuff and ran 4 miles.  This time I went right leaving out from the Inn.  Two miles downhill then 2 back. 
Supper was at the Inn, again I had the chicken parm and was kidded about it.  Time passed quickly, and before I knew it was back to room for some shut eye.  Looking for more of the same tomorrow.

Many thanks to Dan Baynes in helping recall the events of the day