Some of you may remember this entry from our last trip to Vermont, I’ll Take a Century any Day. It describes the first ride we did in Vermont. Well, this year, we decided to do it again – sort of a gauge to see how are training was going. And I have to say, it’s going well!
The long and the short of it – I had to get off my bike twice on Ferry, once to rest on the steep uphill (but I never walked) and once to answer my cell phone, as it was the phone call from Becky’s chaperon, telling me they had landed safely in Darwin and I needed to call the next parent in the phone chain. Panting, I listened and then dialed. But after that, I didn’t stop on any of the hills! Not on those two hills on Stagecoach and not going up Stowe Hollow road either! Slow and steady but I did them!!
Now for the almost Fledgling disaster … while we were on Randolph Road, we saw a fledgling in the middle of the road who couldn’t fly. We could hear the parents above us going bonkers as we approached (experienced from our time with the robins earlier in the spring, told us that this little gal must have leapt from the nest a day or two early.
We couldn’t just leave her there and Chris got off his bike trying to figure out a way to pick her up (without touching her – though Becky later said that we could have touched her, it would have been okay). The mother swooped down near us but knew she was no match for Chris. As he came back to his bike though, thinking he could use his route holder to scoop her up, the fledgling managed to hop from the middle of the road into the grass under her tree where her parents waited. Phrew.
I love how Chris rescues animals we see in distress on our bike rides (I told you about that turtle last year, right?).
Anyway, after the ride, we hit pie in the sky, did a bunch of shopping, and headed down to Waterbury for another Brew pub but more on that stuff in another entry.
