As we were leaving Lake Champlain behind…
We (read, the husband) took a wrong turn. How this is possible when I’m constantly pointing and screaming “LEFT!” or “RIGHT” at the top of my lungs I really don’t know, but it happens.
So where did he choose to turn around?
Here.
In a field full of pigs.
Why yes, yes I am.
And when I rolled down my window to say hello, all his brothers and sisters came running out of the woods.
**Note to self – Add Pig Whisperer to resume.**
Driving south through Burlington to eat at a restaurant the husband remembered, we passed this.
Yes, those are fire hydrants.
Though, as usual… the husband was driving too fast for me to get a good picture. But apparently this is a famous sculpture in those parts and a bit of a tourist attraction.
Ah, Vermont. Ya gotta love it.
Arriving at the Windjammer after lunch but before dinner (4:00) we weren’t allowed to sit in the dining room and had to go upstairs to the bar where I had the worst cranberry orange mule imaginable. Blech. Pink dishwater…
There was also a limited ‘in between’ menu which always ticks me off. If you’re open? Serve. If you don’t want to serve? Close. It’s a simple concept.
I was starving from missing lunch and ordered the rather interesting sounding meatloaf.
Naturally I wanted mashed potatoes with it… I mean, hello? It’s meatloaf!
But since it was 4:00? No dice. (Or potatoes.)
I settled for broccoli.
Sadly, no. I’m not.
Order placed, we clomped downstairs to the salad bar which was shaped like a ship.
Isn’t it just.
The salad bar was mediocre, nothing to write home about… but the meals? Lord love a duck, they were horrible. The husband didn’t eat his Shephards Pie, it was as dry as the Sahara and while I tried to struggle through the pasty, how can it be this tasteless meatloaf, I gave up rather quickly and ended up having a plate of broccoli.
No pictures…
Agreed.
You really weren’t. Management took it off our bill, but I really have nothing good to say about that place.
As we drove back to the resort to pick through left overs in the fridge, I made the husband slow down so I could take a few quick pics of the fabulous silo that greets you when you come into the town.
How fun is that?
River's world..... 
Been to Vermont, but don’t remember any pigs. Of course there NEEDS to be mashed potatoes with meatloaf. Obviously. 🙄
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Right? If there are no mashed potatoes, there shouldn’t be any meatloaf!
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Well that sucks, it always happens when your hungry too.
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We love going out to eat, and have no problem paying for a good meal. But we do expect the restaurant to hold up their part of the deal.
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Exactly. I couldn’t agree more with open or don’t open but make your choice with a full heart. Half assed service ruins the best food and that wasn’t the best at all
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I don’t like an ‘in-between’ menu either. Nope.
Meatloaf without mash? A poorly made classic cocktail? Nope again.
At least there were pigs and cool art 🙂
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Pigs go a long way to improving most anything…
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Vermont looks nice. Just a pity about the food
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Vermont is a wonderfully quirky place. Scenically beautiful and filled with odd balls!
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Sounds like a good place to visit when I get the chance
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It is!
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There is something about the composition of that pig photo that makes me think of the infamous video of Bigfoot walking (That’s actually what I thought it was from the thumbnail in my Reader). I don’t think that was taken in Vermont, though…
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Vermont has Champ. The Lake Champlain Loch Ness monster…. but no Bigfoot that I know of.
Unless you count the big bearded guy at our resort check in desk. Tough call.
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Maybe you can use this as a primer to teach your husband how to properly call pigs next time you come across a field of them:
P.S. Love your posts!
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Thanks!
But I think I need a better link. That one gave me the choice of a Nerf Vortex Blaster or Oskar the blind kitten.
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Maybe it’s just as well — the Illinois pig caller clip wouid probably have driven you hog wild (no doubt, that pun isn’t doing much for your day either). 😦
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Damn. I hate to miss a good pig caller…. you never know when that kind of skill will come in handy.
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I should dig around for a photo of our ‘silos’……*hic*
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You should!
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