Monday, Day 3, Attitash Grand Summit Resort, Bartlett, NH 10:30 PM
Buenos Nachos!
I have absolutely NO idea what happened to my post from this morning, but apparently it didn’t get posted… But there was a clever title that was contradicted in the text… A little tongue-in-cheek kinda thing… Didn’t work, I suck, sorry.
ANYWAY, I was probably just babbling on about what a beautiful area Biddeford was, how nice everyone at UNE was, and some other such nonsense that seemed important at the time.
What’s REALLY important to tell you: MY RIDERS ROCK! They BLASTED from the Maine seacoast to the heart of the central NH mountains today, and did it in FINE style! Everyone was in by 3:00, and with the exception of a couple flat tires, everything went slicker than wet ice!
On a day like today, when everything goes SO well, it gives you time to think of the people that AREN’T here… Not just the “Forever absent” friends that we’ve lost over the years, but the old friends and those we missed out on meeting- One that was sent home by an injury, and one whose trip was cancelled by a car vs. pedestrian accident just several short days before we started… You guys are in our thoughts, and are missed at our nightly family dinner tables- Feel better soon, and be well enough to rejoin us next year! All of our best wishes are with you for complete and speedy recoveries!
We’re at Attitash Grand Summit Resort… Talk about NICE digs… And a GREAT staff… The woman who works in the Black Diamond Grille… She told me she was going to make my lunch just like my Grandmother did, and boy did she ever! A great burger, sweet potato fries, sharp dill pickles… Wow!
Speaking of my Grandmother, Bobbie Sue’s Ice Cream (Rest stop 2) was out of my annual “Cookies and Cream”, so in trying to decide what I wanted instead, I saw “Maple Walnut” listed on the flavor board- That was my Grandmother’s favorite… So I had a Maple Walnut for Grammy… The rest stop itself was staffed by members of the local Rotary Club, who had made us all PB&J sandwiches, Home made cookies galore, AND had a whole big fat whoppin’ CASE of Granny Smith apples (My personal faves). The people from the Rotary Club were absolutely GREAT, and the gentleman in charge of PB&J sandwich manufacturing, production, and quality control was ALSO a lot like my beloved Grammy: You’re not eating, would you like a sandwich? I can make you a sandwich in no time at all… Would you like it to go? I can wrap it for you… It was absolutely awesome, and reminded me of days long past, with people dearly missed.
With riders like mine, and people giving of themselves like the members of the Rotary Club today, I ask you honestly… How could it get better? The answer: It Doesn’t.
Keep the wind at your back and the downhills in front of you
GearMan