I was in the groove, and that meant continuing south onto 100 and the next approach road. Route 73 came up soon enough at sleepy Rochester, and after a right turn, I found myself climbing west, albeit in a more mellow fashion, up to the Brandon Gap. This relatively untraveled road was a lonely blast through shaded curves and nice elevation changes-a cool, green ride where one can be totally alone with his thoughts. At the end of the grade, I hooked up with Route 7 heading north, where my reverie was abruptly broken. Route 7 is a major truck-choked thoroughfare, and after spending most of the day on roads devoid of vehicles, it took some getting used to. Still, it was a change made more tolerable by the fact that Vermont completely bans roadside advertising-there were no billboards to sully the scenery, at least.