Strong winds have enabled us to make very good time. Shortly, some of us will disembark to visit Burlington, the capital of New Vermont and the largest port on Lake Champlain. Once a sleepy university town of no more than 40,000, Burlington today is a thriving city of almost a million, due primarily to the important role it plays as a major inland port, serving the western side of New Vermont. (The eastern side of the country is served by ports along the Connecticut River Canal, such as White River Junction, and Brattleboro.)
We’re actually going to anchor a dozen or so kilometers up the coast from downtown Burlington, in Mallett’s Bay. There, all the younger adults of our crew will go ashore, leaving on board my young great-great grandchildren and us older folks, except for my daughter, Amelia, who has an important visit to make to the University. I, for one, am just too old to be hobbling around a big, bustling city.
Most of those going ashore will ride into Burlington on the bicycles we carry on board. There, they will carry out various tasks and visit with relatives, including, in some cases, their own children who are living here now. Uncas, Sacajawea, and Nemo will travel by foot, the latter two taking the opportunity to keep up their marathon training by running from our anchorage to downtown Burlington. Four of them (Uncas, Amelia, Harriet, and Mrs. Robinson) will record their experiences with their holopods.
Upon their return, we collected each of their accounts and edited them. You may choose to view any or all of them. It’s your choice.
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