Wow what a night last night was in the rain again. My night ended about midnight in a gas station grabbing some dinner before I entered the famous "Wilson House" (named after Bill Wilson of AA) in Vermont. It had rained on my motorcycling for most of the day, I was wet, tired, and hungry, but everything was closed. The innkeeper left the key on the front porch and I entered heading directly to room 6. My room for the evening.
One of the greatest things about riding motorcycles is the places you find along the way. Talking with locals, changing course, and just going without hesitation. I failed to mention that it really helps having the freedom of limitless time to explore! The Wilson House was not on my schedule, I added it! Wow!
I woke up in this 8' x 8' room to the heavy sounds of footsteps heading downstairs to breakfast. Ugh, I did not want to get up yet, sleeeeep! An hour later I managed to move to the community shower and clean up before heading downstairs. I don't usually eat breakfast at breakfast time, so I grabbed some coffee and began to document the experience.
Truthfully, I heard more birds in East Dorsett, VT than I heard in Yellowstone! It was so peaceful and I was proud of the alky's who had purchased and restored the inn for me. You'll have to watch the movie, but I carefully made it through the entire house, the church next store, and the Griffith house where thirteen year old Bill lived with his grandparents during his youth. No I don't remember what happened to his parents? In a nutshell, the property was antique in every way. From the 1st edition books that make up the library to the original marble sidewalks, to the light that has burned 24/7/365 for Bill's spirit in his old room!
I wish I could stay on the subject of the Wilson House the entire post, but my day was so full today I could have relived this day across three days easily. Long distance rock hard motorcycling is not for the faint of heart. Yea you can see really cool stuff but getting there can be interesting as well. Today was a transitional ride ending up in Southbury, CT one of my favorite home towns. Along the way I would see several covered bridges for the first time and thoroughly exploring one that was still open to traffic. I didn't know wood could last that long and be strong!
Once I broke away from the covered bridges I headed straight to Lexington & Concord where I was amazed at the site where the American Revolution began (patriot point?) The town of Lexington is incredible, I could have stayed there for a week! I visited as many cemetaries as I could and was mezmerized by the age of the headstones.
After nearly two weeks of constant rain it decided to finally clear and get hot in Boston. I rode past THE Boston Garden, THE Fenway Park, over that cool bridge and through the tunnels of traffic known in the "big dig". I rode downtown and tried to trace the route of Paul Revere, but got lost in traffic. I stopped in Boston Common and people watched and then road up the St. Charles river with the row boats practicing for the Olympics. Finally I hit Harvard and on the road to Southbury!
My long day now ends in Southbury at my favorite meeting place, St. James Episcopal Church! All of my friends were there too, including my gay road sponsor Sean! The night ended with a grocery store trip and an order of chinese takeout, perfect!
Wandering
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