New England Means Covered Bridges

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All in all, a good day.  Although, by this time, any day that doesn't involve breaking or flatting is already off to a good start.

We did get some rain, although thankfully almost all the castoff remnants of Hurricane Beryl passed north of us.

Ok, if you are so darn smart, you pronounce it:

Schaghticoke

Lush, but with some views:


Apparently, the Vermont Tourist Board won't let us leave until we see their bridges:



Fifty-five jungle humid miles.  One hundred seventy three left to us.


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  1. AnonymousJuly 11, 2024 at 8:35 AM

    I was wondering if the fence was to keep others out or you in, but golf balls is also plausible.

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