About Monday (3/28)

Monday and my bum knee is illin'. Jason calls it my Bitch Knee. He suggests I "beat the bitch out of it." Not sure if that will work. I limp about Monday. Jason takes me on a driving tour of the surrounding areas in order to run a few errands. He keeps a P.O. Box in the town he lived prior to Manchester affording an opportunity to see his winter stomping grounds. I neglected to bring my camera, a blunder as rural VT is gorgeous even during this unpleasant time of year. I like the low stone walls and the covered bridges. Everything is rustically charming.

Our main destination is a cheese factory in Grafton, a small town with rich history stretching back to revolutionary war times. Though the cheese store was neat the little history museum was of most interest. They sported a fine collection of historical glass bottles and an impressive photo archive in the back.

We continued onward. Jason has a habit of stopping in just about every country store just to see what's selling and chat up the locals. Being from rural areas I suppose it's just second nature for him. I myself, hailing from urban environments, am never so bold. City folk seem to be too busy to be bothered, over the years I've learned to keep conversation to a business minimum.

Monday night is cheap pizza night at Bella's, the restaurant immediately adjacent to Jason's abode. We gorge ourselves on pizza and beer, passing out early. I guess we're still feeling that hike.