7/27/03 Eventually we got to VT 11 and 30 and stuck out our thumbs. Neither of us has hitchhiked since college. A lady named Joanne King passed us then did a U-turn and picked us up . She drove us to Seesaw's, but because we were arriving a day early we weren't sure they'd have room for us. If not, she suggested we try the Brittany Inn Motel. She used to own it and was sure they'd have room. As we feared, Seesaw's was full because of the big Horse Show going on in Manchester. Erica told us other inns were also full, so we called a cab to take us to the Brittany for an agreed price of $20, but when the cab driver arrived he told us it would be $25 instead because of the distance. The Brittany was way, way, way out of town and had no eating facilities on site or for miles around. Not a good place for us. So the owners let us use their phone to call an inn in town and we booked a room at the Village Country Inn in Manchester Village. They drove us to the inn where we checked into a lovely room. Tumble was self-conscious about all the caked mud we dragged into the room and cleaned it up as best as she could. We showered, with intermittently warm and icy water, and walked across the street to Mulligans for dinner -- strutting out for the first time in our "town clothes." Afterward we sat in the inn's lobby writing our log and Rough was so thirsty he almost drank the entire pitcher of complimentary lemonade -- and that was after drinking a Kalibur and four glasses of water at Mulligans! Boy, was he thirsty. Then to sleep in a nice comfy canopy bed.