I am ten miles from Plymouth Notch having come through two days of a perfect ride during which the weather could not have been better. Isabella loves to ride, loves to stretch her legs as long as I can maintain a good posture in the saddle. I am sitting by the side of the road smoking and sipping coffee, smelling wildflowers that I can't identify and pine everywhere. I will be here through the weekend paying homage to Silent Cal and will be home by Tuesday.