Our last day in Vermont was covered in clouds. Bad as that sounds, it was supposed to be raining heavily.  We started out with a route provide by our grumpy host at the only B&B which billed itself as a cyclist's retreat.  Our experience was not good; nor was his route.  So we quickly adjusted what was a dead flat ride into nearly 3,000 feet of climbing.  Most of this was on a dirt road.  All the dirt roads we've been on are well backed and feel cushioned much like those people mover's in airports that have a rubber belt and are a little bouncy.    The steep grades in the back country always seem to touch 14% at some point for a short period.  Usually not long but always a bit surprising as you think you're spinning your way pleasantly to the top of the roller.  Had another nice soup and bread/sandwich lunch in the Moon Dog Café.  Why do people outside of California adopt California Surfer Speak when naming places?  As the photos show, even the fruit is showcased as from California.   After our 41 mile, we drove to Nancy's brother's house in Williamsburg, MA where we'll be until we leave.