It's a long road which began with a twisting, steep climb past an impossibly perfect farm with pastures tucked into gem-like hillsides. I got to thinking the 12% grade was about steep enough, which is of course when the road turned to gravel and got really vertical. It went on for miles, lots of hair-raising sketchy descents (especially on 28c tires) and secluded hilltop pastures peeking out through New England's ghostly past.
If you like rugged adventure, go forth (or perhaps, given the holiday, I should make it, "Go 4th.").
|Decked out in the national colors for the July 4th weekend (the pedals are also blue…)|
|Upland pasture with tiny dots for cows|
|Blow-down from Hurricane Albert added to the rugged goodness|
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