But I was able to find a home with some nice ladies near the bike path so I can spend my days biking and relaxing by the lake until this mysterious mountain man shows up. (Okay, okay, I am going to be a little more proactive about finding him than just lying around a lake, but not much;)
Yesterday while enjoying a brew at my local pub I found myself sitting next to a former Vermonter (of course!) who gave me some advice for my trip. 1) Travel around New England, it’s beautiful, and if you can, make it to Canada, 2) There is a lot of old money and rednecks in Vermont, “you want the old money” (how did he know!?!?), 3) “The ladies there aren’t very ladylike, so you’ll be a hit” gee, thanks… 4) There is a reason they call it "the Green Mountain," and finally 5) “Don’t expect the guy to follow you back here. Vermonters are Vermonters for life. The land is magical there.” Well, I’m not opposed to staying and bring on the magic!