Gotta love a city where you can eat street tacos, drink on the street fairly cavalierly, and more or less not wear pants without people looking at you like you're crazy.
3 AM mango juice chugging in the name of hangover avoidance.
3 AM quesadilla scarfing also in the name of hangover avoidance.
Biking out of NYC turned out to be unexpectedly awesome, although I did do another round of unintentional mountain biking. The trail I was following disappeared into a forest, and I got myself totally covered in mud. It was pretty great!
My friend Molly gave my navigator a going away present. I'm keeping it for when I really need it.
Sadly, this place was closed when I biked by. I was really curious.
I ended up in Quechee, Vermont helping park cars at a hot air balloon festival.
I stayed with a friend of a friend in White River Junction, Vermont. She had recently started up an intentional community with a hugely ambitious series of gardens, so I put myself to good use on my rest days. I've been wanting to visit Vermont for a while, as I've always found that I get along splendidly with people from Vermont. The state completely lived up to my expectations, and I managed to garden and jump in a river every day that I was there.