I continued on last night to the town of Saratoga Springs, New York. I had no idea what to expect. I was presuming it would be something like Fredericksburg, Texas, and that nearly everything would be closed.
Too my surprise, this town simply kicks ass and takes names. No wonder people love to live up here. This is the one of the best frickin towns I have ever visited. I walked all over downtown watching the night life like a zoo spectator admires the animals. Everyone was having fun, and the weather was awesome. And that was a mid-nite on Sunday. I saw a free rock concert that simply was amazing. The band was called, "Sirsy." I guarantee you that you would have enjoyed it. I was exhausted, but wasn't about to leave what was one of the most enjoyable concerts I have seen since the Terminal Siphons played ICS. So having had my fun in New York, I decided at that time to change my northward course in New York, and instead to to head due east into western Vermont, and look for a place to sleep. The idea being that I could explore western Vermont backroads and off-the-beaten-path places on the way to the Howdy Party. But when I got to the bridge it was out. That really sucked as I had to back track losing almost an hour and all that gas that I desperately needed. Crossed into Vermont at 3:00 a.m. at the town of Fairhaven and there was a wi-fi place there, but I was too tired to turn on the computer. Parked my van at a camp-site at a nearby campground, called "Bomoseen State Park." It was probably nicer than anything we have in Texas for summer camping. But I only slept a few hours and took a quick drive thru the scenic park. I spent the rest of the day semi-lost on back-roads around the town of Middlebury, Vermont, wandering aimlessly for a state park that was supposed to have a cave. I finally learned where it was with in a few hundred yards probably. Then I learned, it wasn't open to the public. [ I presume that I would have known that had I taken the time to read the details of the convention web-site. ] I took a break near there and hiked around a scenic spillway. That was worth the drive to the area, as you can hike right up to where the waterfall crashes into the water. Next, explored the back-roads north of Middlebury. The Vermont rural areas, which is nearly everywhere, has a strong sweet aroma of cow dung. Almost all the cows are half-white and half-black just like on the commercials. As I type this, I sit in a cafe in a one-street town called, Bristol. I am less than an hour from the Howdy Party, which starts in a few hours. My dilemma I have at the moment, is that I really should just show up to the Howdy Party and say hello to as many folks as possible and then turn around and head back home. All the writing was on the wall, before I left Arcola, Texas, but my desire to be here was greater than my alloted time and resources. At the moment, I am driving all the way back alone, and buying all the gas. David Locklear caver in Fort Bend County, Texas --------------------------------------------------------------------- Visit our website: http://texascavers.com To unsubscribe, e-mail: [email protected] For additional commands, e-mail: [email protected]
