Heading West

Not all the way West you understand, but as we started on the East coast, we're kinda drifting that way. Leaving Norm and Kerry was sad and was/is the beginning of so many big hello's and goodbyes that will crack the pair of us up over this trip.

Although our next destination is not too far away, we decided to do an overnight in the country to pick up the local flavour. Our first real roadside pull in was the Willows motel in Williamstown.

The place is owned by a colourful local resident called Paul, who originated in upstate Bombay!!!! Having greeted us warmly, he gave us the key to room 8 and hoped we had a nice stay. Arriving at the door, it was noticeable that there was a 'do not disturb' sign on the handle. OK, no probs with that, until we open and walk into a dimly lit room with Father Bear in bed!!! Ooops! Back to smiley Paul and a new room was allocated, the best he said. Glad we didn't get to see the worse. Anyway, the bed was clean and the shower worked, so that's the bottom line for us.

The temperatures have been hot and humid, 90F, so it had to break and sure enough a storm hit, but we managed to get back from the bar we were in without getting soaked. Williamstown in Vermont has history, statues of civil war soldiers abound.

There is so much to see along the roads of New England, if it wasn't for the bloody trees. I'm sure in the Fall, with all the colours and stuff you can see much more, but in July, it's trees, as far as the eye can glimpse (through the trees). The roads are a pleasure to drive and with speed limits of 40 to 50 mph, it makes for a nice steady cruise through the country. So bye Williamstown, next it's Troy, Albany and Flakjacket.