When the pavement ends, a new kind of fun begins. Photos by the author.
Andy follows me across the border from Massachusetts into Vermont. We?re riding along a dirt road that cuts through dark, deep woods overlooking the Green River. As my Kawasaki hums below, the final stanza of Robert Frost?s poem, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,&...
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