2018 Fall Ride
Yet another beautiful fall ride with the best of friends through New England.
Every year, the Feathers and Leather's bunch take a ride through Maine, New Hampshire and Vermont to take in the fall colors. Some of us take in other things; Wine, Weed, Tequila... but I'm a good boy! Mostly it's an excuse to ride, even if the roads are familiar, and take in the sights.
Unfortunately, the colors were not all that spectacular this year but we try to take all the little back roads as much as possible so the ride is always beautiful and surprising. Not so surprising was Lake Willoughby VT. We'd been here the year before and decided to go back again. The ride along the east shore is breath taking. Sheer clifs on the right and calm glacial lake on the right. This year we had the forethought to stop at the head of the lake for a photo opportunity.
It was a smaller pack this year since a few could not make it because of some plausible excuse. You'll notice that most of us ride Harley Davidson's, except for two. Yes, that's a Gold Wing but they're all right so long as he starts his engine first (so he knows it running). The other exception is the Harley Forester.
We let them come along because it's such a rare vehicle, only one that I'm aware of. Well, that and because he can carry a full ice chest with lunch.
This year was also shorter than past rides. Our Road Boss, Bradford, took us up Route 153 and 15 through Pinkham Notch to our base came in Gorham NH. Saturday we road out Route 2 through Lancaster NH then cut through Kirby to hook up with Route 5 in Lyndon VT. That was a beautiful cut through rolling farm land and hollows. At the North end of Lake Willoughby is "The Gap Pub" for some refreshments and a long wait for the only person working that day to take orders, pour drinks and cook food for us and a dozen other patrons. Not bad food but don't stop if you're on a schedule. After that we cut over 105 and 3 to Groveton then past Sark into Berlin. Not a long ride but beautiful and just long enough for my fat ass to tolerate. Sunday took us back the way we'd come back through Eaton, one of the prettiest little hamlets I've ever seen.
It's really just that classic church steeple and a few houses on the edge of a crystal clear lake. I always feel like I'm sullying the place riding through with my obnoxiously loud hog. Fortunately church has cleared out before we roar through.
Every year, the Feathers and Leather's bunch take a ride through Maine, New Hampshire and Vermont to take in the fall colors. Some of us take in other things; Wine, Weed, Tequila... but I'm a good boy! Mostly it's an excuse to ride, even if the roads are familiar, and take in the sights.
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| I mean really, when was the last time you saw a working pay phone booth? |
Unfortunately, the colors were not all that spectacular this year but we try to take all the little back roads as much as possible so the ride is always beautiful and surprising. Not so surprising was Lake Willoughby VT. We'd been here the year before and decided to go back again. The ride along the east shore is breath taking. Sheer clifs on the right and calm glacial lake on the right. This year we had the forethought to stop at the head of the lake for a photo opportunity.
It was a smaller pack this year since a few could not make it because of some plausible excuse. You'll notice that most of us ride Harley Davidson's, except for two. Yes, that's a Gold Wing but they're all right so long as he starts his engine first (so he knows it running). The other exception is the Harley Forester.
We let them come along because it's such a rare vehicle, only one that I'm aware of. Well, that and because he can carry a full ice chest with lunch.
This year was also shorter than past rides. Our Road Boss, Bradford, took us up Route 153 and 15 through Pinkham Notch to our base came in Gorham NH. Saturday we road out Route 2 through Lancaster NH then cut through Kirby to hook up with Route 5 in Lyndon VT. That was a beautiful cut through rolling farm land and hollows. At the North end of Lake Willoughby is "The Gap Pub" for some refreshments and a long wait for the only person working that day to take orders, pour drinks and cook food for us and a dozen other patrons. Not bad food but don't stop if you're on a schedule. After that we cut over 105 and 3 to Groveton then past Sark into Berlin. Not a long ride but beautiful and just long enough for my fat ass to tolerate. Sunday took us back the way we'd come back through Eaton, one of the prettiest little hamlets I've ever seen.
It's really just that classic church steeple and a few houses on the edge of a crystal clear lake. I always feel like I'm sullying the place riding through with my obnoxiously loud hog. Fortunately church has cleared out before we roar through.
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