Falcon Ridge was, as always, great music, great dancing, and a breath of fresh perspective on our everyday lives. When I’m there, it feels like the lapse since the last festival was only momentary and the changes that occur in
Thursday: Completion
Our Wednesday night camp site was exactly the same as the one we had in 2013. We slept in a bit after our late arrival but once we got up we packed up camp quickly and started on the road.
Wednesday: Semi-rest
Today was mostly a recovery day. With no dance last night we got a good night’s rest and we got cleaned up. Rolando gave his legs an ice bath treatment which must have been effective because he felt better today.
Tuesday: Heat
Coming down the hill from Nelson last night involved liberal use of our brakes and we settled for the evening at Keene’s somewhat unexpected Wheelock Park Campground. At this point after a few days of getting around by bicycle it
Monday: The Scenic Route
This morning in my haste to cross the Connecticut River I brought the group across the wrong Brattleboro bridge and we decided to follow through the longer but flatter scenic route to Keene. We went off road following the rail
Sunday: Finally, a Dance
The night’s rest restored in me the enthusiasm for adventure perhaps more than restfulness itself and I set out from Greenfield with Rolando and Dakota to the next destination, Brattleboro, where we would regroup p the tour. Compared to yesterday,
Saturday: Challenges
The first time Isaac and I set out for an overnight bike trip we got no more than 1.5 miles from my front door when a screw destroyed a tire in a way we were not prepared to fix. I
Training with the Fernandez Brothers
“Large is a better deal.” said the friendly face behind the counter at Papa John’s 30 minutes before midnight. Of course it is. “Okay, a large and some garlic knots.” Only a bike trip would drive me to a situation