The Best Weekend of the Summer, Every Summer

Best Weekend of the Summer, Every Summer

Aboard a 2007 Honda Pilot loaded with food and drinks and gear and bikes
Across two New England state lines
Along mountainous and monotonous stretches of Interstate 91
To a private campground owned by a friendly older man named Ed
At the top of a mountain
Underneath an enormous sky
On our bikes: Meatloaf, Midget, Greaseball and the Unnamed Ones
Up a treacherous climb, single-file
Over demanding, black-diamond singletrack
Through bogs and meadows and valleys and gorgeous Vermont countryside
Into an invigoratingly cold and pristine river
Without a care in the world

We camped.