It was just another hot, muggy and hilly day in Vermont. Oh, did I
say hot. All the locals have been telling us how unusual this
weather is for this time of year. How many times have I heard that
on this trip?

But on the other side, the countryside is wonderful. Little green
farms surrounded by lush green mountains with quaint New England
towns every five to ten miles. Tomorrow we start to climb some
serious hills, and I hope it cools off a bit.

Gail had a lucky day today. About two to three miles from the
nearest town her front derailleur cable snapped. She was in her
small chain ring at the time, and was able to limp in to
Jeffersonville. It is a real small town, but believe it or not it
had a bike store. But the bike store was closed on Sunday mornings.
But again, as luck would have it, it was lunch time, and he was just
opening up. So she was able to drop her bike off, join us for lunch,
and when lunch was over, her bike was ready.

3,458 miles have been pedaled and 117,640 feet have been climbed.