Real Talk!

Leaving Lake George was easy. I'm afraid I'm not a big fan of wax museums and crowds. We slept through torrential downpours and thunder. That part was good.

Today, we managed to watch the sky and avert pockets of pouring rain. We missed a wicked downpour when we pulled into "Ronnie's", a motorcyle shop, in New Ashford. I noticed my microphone was loose in my helmet. They were awesome. Fixed us up with a new screw... no charge. Much nicer than the Honda dealership we encountered in Panama City, Florida!

We took smaller highway routes and the roads were perfect for biking. We went through the "Green Mountains" riding way way up and then all the way down. The scenery was spectacular.

We paid a visit to the Historic Village of Deerfield Massachusetts. This is the town from which my 6th gr-grandparents were taken captive in 1704 and marched through the January snow, over the mountains, into Montreal.

Deerfield in 1704 was a seriously Puritanical society... it's no wonder that Abigail decided to stay with her adoptive native family in Canada. The native culture treated people with far more equality.

I had Fabian take my picture beside some of the monuments to my ancestors. I looked into the library, but frankly, most of the books seemed to offer the same information that I have been able to find elsewhere, already.

A great number of my ancestors, on both sides, started out in the North-Eastern U.S.... way back in the 1600s.

Still, there is something quite humbling about making the trip through the mountains to Deerfield and knowing that 304 years ago, my ancestors were forced to make the trek on foot, in the winter.

Now, we're in Brattleboro Vermont, packing it in for the day. Odometer: 9792 and $24.50 in fuel.