After a couple of days slogging through the Vermont mud, constantly swatting away the black flies (surprisingly, not nearly as bad as the Massquitoes) and peeling slugs off of everything we own, we decided to spend a night in Manchester Center. We had heard great things about the Green Mountain House, a hostel in town. Jeff at the hostel told us to hitch into town, eat/shop/etc., then call when we were ready to come to the hostel. So Eric sends me out to the roadside to hitch—yes, it’s totally pimping me out for transportation. Hitching can really create some rejection issues. I stood there for a while with cars whipping by, getting no love at all. Then this big, old-school woody bus comes over the hill, like a lot of places use for tours. I thought “what the hell,” and threw out my thumb.
Next thing we know, we’re climbing in the Magic Bus with the Bridgewater Boys, complete with love seat, barcalounger, and beer coolers in back. We spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out and drinking beer with these great guys in Manchester. Then on for a great evening with Jeff at the Green Mountain House, a really terrific hiker stop.
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| The Magic Bus and crew. |
We lucked out with another awesome hitch a few days later, when we decided to head down the mountain into Danby, VT to dry out after a very soggy night and morning. Walking along a very isolated gravel road in the pouring rain, we got a ride from Trey and Julie, who are just moving from Smyrna to Tallahassee. They squeezed us into a jam-packed car with their two dogs and drove us into town. Amazing!
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| A little uphill skiing, Bromley Mt., VT. |
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| Bromley Mt. observation tower. |
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