Johnny and I logged about 1,500 miles on our trip to Vermont. Great ride. We stopped at Cooperstown; too busy and chaotic although we got to rub the bronze plates of the Babe and other worthies. We also stopped at Fort Ticonderoga, between Lake George and Lake Champlain. It was built by the French in 1755 (they called it Carillon), and when the Brits took it in 1758 they renamed it Ticonderoga (between the lakes). In May of 1775 Ethan Allen and Benedict Arnold and the Green Mountain Boys took it. Allen famously asked the British commander to "Surrender in the name of the Great Johovah and the Continental Congress." On the way back on the 3rd we also stopped at Plymouth Notch, Calvin Coolidge’s birthplace. A simple farm. Looks almost exactly as it did in 1923 when he became president, after Harding died (probably the result of too many trists!). They were preparing the place for Coolidge’s birthday celebrations, which happens to be on the Fourth. I discovered that Grace Coolidge (Calvin’s wife) had written an autobiography. Crisp, clear, simple, good. Although she was the first professional first lady (she was a University of Vermont grad and a teacher of the deaf) she was entirely devoted to her family and husband. An impressive lady, lived until 1957, as I recall. Calvin said this of her in his autobiography: "For almost a quarter of a century she was borne with my infirmities, and I have rejoiced in her graces." Here is the Coolidge Foundation web site.