The deluge and lightning had passed by the morning and it was time to get rolling along. Is there a phobia of sitting still too long? I don't have my copy of the DSM handy. Out onto the rain slick roads through tight mossy turns and overhanging hardwood canopies. The region is full of dammed up reservoirs and villages covered by the cost of progress and growth.
I made a brief stop in Woodstock to see what the small village had to offer. Championing it's famous past, there were many natural food boutiques, tie-dye draped shops and real-estate offices catering to the vacationing monied elite from NYC. Aside from a few unique characters with feathered hats, tight pants and long beards, it seemed like a touristy place cashing in on the name and historic festival. I don't even recall taking a pic before scooting on toward Phonecia.
I'm now at the Hudson River in the warming morning light making my way to the Green Mtns of VT. Arlington here I come (again but this time with passport).
In May 2014 I quit my job to ride a Honda Ruckus over 69'000 mi and counting. Wild camping most nights and cooking most of my own meals, I keep the costs low and the landscape changing.