This is it; the final leg of the trip. And in typical fashion a day
that was supposed to be easy, turn out to be exhausting. It was hot,
in the high nineties. It was muggy, and we had stiff headwinds all
day coming at us from almost dead on. Both fluid consumption and
grumbling were up.

But we managed over sixty-three miles, bid farewell to Québec, and
crossed the border into New York State at a small little known entry
point with ease. We then rode over the bridge to Vermont.

Gail and Bonnie are in a motel in the village of Swanton, while the
rest of us are camping on the shores of Lake Champlain. We will all
have breakfast together in the village and begin the hard trek
across Vermont. Why hard? Well in the words of the very helpful girl
in the Vermont Welcome Office: "Vermont ain't flat".

To get here I have pedaled 3,388 miles and climbed 113,430 feet, and
neither are over yet. And of special note, Bonnie managed three
bridges today, and one of them, the Jacques-Cartier leaving
Montréal
a big one.