A Notch rock, Stowe… and the biggest, bestest eagle in Vermont.

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Morning dawned and after breakfast we headed out through The Notch again.

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Big rocks?

Check!

We drove through Stowe, one the most picturesque New England villages you’re ever apt to find.

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This is the money shot people line up on the side of the road for when the leaves are at peak. We were a little early, but trust me it’s glorious in full color.

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Stowe is lovely and filled with interesting little shops and restaurants that we didn’t have time to explore this trip.

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It was also raining, which kills the joy of leisurely strolls for me.

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Even if there is a covered bridge for pedestrians.

A bit further down the road, I saw something out of the corner of my eye and hollered at the husband to stop. (He loves that. Don’t let him tell you differently.)

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I have no idea the why of this, but slightly off the road in a little clearing was this beautiful metal eagle. I should have taken a selfie for scale, but I’m 5’4 and stood under the wing no problem.

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There was a sign to the right with the artist’s name and number but it was so faded I couldn’t make it out. My husband was glad of this, because I kept saying how absolutely fabulous this guy would look in front of the man cave/Barn Mahal.

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22 thoughts on “A Notch rock, Stowe… and the biggest, bestest eagle in Vermont.”

      1. It might frighten the critters in the yard, but It might be a go with the husband if you can find a giant globe and a great big anchor. You could have the most awesome display of Jarhead pride ever.

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  1. Stowe looks like Concord in the 1994 film Little Women, it’s beautiful! As for that huge ass metal eagle, I’m going to agree with you, its TOTES FABULOUS my friend! I would have thought the same thing, it belongs in front of the man cave for sure.

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  2. Canada is full of big weird statues, or art pieces, or whatever they are. The weirdest one I ever saw is a giant catfish in Selkirk, Manitoba. The biggest was a Red River Cart (a 2-wheeled cart used by Metis hunters to transport dead buffalo from the plains of Minnesota to the Red River Settlement, now Winnipeg!) in Paradise Hills, Sakatchewan. That was obviously a long time ago, before white hunters slaughtered millions of buffalo for their skins, leaving the meat to rot on the plain because there weren’t enough scavengers to clean up after them!
    Quick history lesson, the buffalo had covered the prairies in herds of millions for for millions of years. For the Original Human Inhabitant of Turtle Island from Texas to Hudson’s Bay buffalo had been the major source of protein since the dawn of humans on our vast continent. Yet, in just a few years, those millions upon millions of animals were almost hunted out of existence, starving Fisrt Nations people for years.

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      1. And with a totally l8fe-changing effect on a whole race of people. Imagine if all brocery stores and supermarkets suddenly vanished from the face of the earth. That was how important buffalo were to Indigenous people on Turtle Island

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      2. All water under the trestle bridge now, Rg, so forgiveness has to be given. But at the same time, we have to be sure this lesson is learned. People’s lives are more important than anything people do.
        What Putin is doing in Ukraine right now could end up being as bad as what white people did to the Original Human Inhabitants of Turtle Island.
        Something needs to be done, and it needs to be done now. Putin is not a god, but the whole world is scared of him as if he is. He is slaughtering innocent people, and he is threatening one if the biggest grain-growing rebions in the world. What will people eat if Ukraine is turned into a nuclear wasteland. There are bigger things at stake here than putin’s ego, however big that nay be!

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