My thanks to Rob & Cath for their ever ready and ample hospitality. It was great to see all. Whenever I read Graham's posts from now on, there will be an English accent in my head.
My apologies for the Irish goodbye this morning. There are a few things in life I am good at, but sleeping well isn't one of them. I was wide awake at 5 am, and by 6 was itchin' to go. I'm proud of the fact that Bilbo did not sing a song to accompany my squeaky floor board dance, and where's the bathroom light switch light show.
I did the slab Saturday, so today I took the very long way around -- 111 to 119 to 9 into Bennington. I do enjoy those roads less traveled, and to peek into folk's yards, if only to see things like - a 500 gallon garden style watering can complete with handle and spout on a front lawn, the early Mustang front end grafted onto the gable end of a one car garage, as if the Mustang was flying through. Then there are people's junk yards - I was born raised at and between two junk yards, so to see one at someone's yard always makes me feel right at home. I often wish I could stop and poke around in the rusty ruins for a while, without being a shotgun target. I stopped for a smoke at a crossroads where an old roadside hamburger joint was boarded up for what looked like many years. An abandoned house is behind it in the woods. What tale would explain a prime location as this left in limbo, with nary a for sale sign to be seen anywhere? Makes the little mind wonder what the story is / was. And then there was that absolutely perfect motorcycling weather - a crisp cool morning when the Sunday's 'world' was still asleep, followed by sunny, dry, & 80s temps. It took me 8 hours to do a customarily 2 & 1/2 to 3 hour slab ride. A great day.
