Mocha Joes Bring Cash If You Go! My mother had kindly and sweetly bought us two pounds of Guatemalan coffee from Rook as a gift for our road trip to Vermont. So there was absolutely no practical reason to head to Mocha Joes in downtown Brattleboro at 6:45 am to load up with more good coffee. But road trips to Vermont with our lively little campers have nothing to do with practicality. So I loaded Theo and Max up into the truck, very much against their will, and turned left out of the Brattleboro North KOA onto Route 5 South and headed into town. The boys were grumpy because I had cancelled an early morning showing of the Berenstain Bears and was, for the umpteenth time, taking them to a coffee shop instead of letting them crash around the camper while people try to sleep. By stepping out, I could get my fresh roasted coffee fix, and simultaneously allow Stephanie and her mom a little early morning peace with just baby Wes in tow. For some strange reason ...