For the last two days we’ve been 100 % of the time on Vermont Highway 100. (“Turn left out of the hotel. 50 miles later, turn right to the new hotel.”) Highway 100 has more towns than the previous road, but the “towns” are that, just towns. Sort of like driving through West Texas. Want a cup of coffee? Or a bathroom? Forget it. I had no notion it would be this way.
At Simsbury, we stopped at one of two great deli’s. We ate our lunch outside on the picnic benches. It was cold – at 12:30 the temperature was still below 50 degrees. There were three locals at the picnic tables; two guys and an individual who didn’t know each other. They all shared a common theme: that Vermont 100 is the worst road in the state. And we can attest to this; both the road and the shoulder were, as an Irishman once told us, “various chug-holes all attached by tarmac.” We couldn’t get off of it too quickly. But we’re on it for two days.
TODAY’S ROUTE
Hey John and Brenda!! I just now realized you guys were on this trip with Kris, Chuck and Craig. I will, of course, be glued to your every word. John and I are just back from dragging our sorry butts up and down the Alps and we loved every sufferfest minute!!! Alison
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