Sportsman Matt goes riding.....

And I rode 1093 miles yesterday in under 24 hours.

I left at 2AM from my home in Charlton MA, rode to Sutton MA to the ATM, then over Central Turnpike back to 395 south, to 95 South to Milford CT, turned around, rode up 91 to 89, stopped to pay respects to my maternal grandfather and great grandfather and great grandfather's brother, then off to Swanton VT for maple syrup, then over backroads to Orleans VT. From there took 91 South to St Johnsbury, then route 2 across VT, NH, to Palmyra ME, where I got back on 95 North to Bangor ME, then turned around and rode back to Blackstone MA.

One hell of a ride on the Big Ruckus.

And in memory, last time I was here was 15 years ago to bury the ashes......

A little background on Frank Carleton, he was a Vermont farm boy, who became a trucker back before interstate highways, and then settled down to become owner of a heating oil company.

He was an old school sportsman, fishing fresh and salt water, hunting for deer and fowl back in the pre war and post war prime of hunting, where it was skill and luck rather than fancy gadgets to make a productive day.