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After checking into our resort there was still daylight left to burn,,,, so we jumped in the car for a scenic drive.

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Being Vermont, you can’t go far without seeing a covered bridge and this one was right down the road.

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The Grist Mill Bridge, built in 1872.

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And to the right of the bridge?

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Grist Mill Park.

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If you’re wondering where the grist mill is? Join the club, so were we.

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And as the sun was setting, we drove.

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No particular destination in mind, just enjoying the scenery and the oh so very green grass.

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Untouched photo. The fields really were that green. A pleasant respite from the awful brown summer we had in Maine.

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Gentle rain started to fall as it got dark and we turned back toward the resort. It’s a good thing the husband was driving because on one of the twisty turny mountain roads, on a corner, in the dark, in the rain… it happened. A full grown deer darted out right in front of us. Thankfully the husband’s reflexes were good, and thankfully no one was coming in the opposite direction. He swerved just enough so we didn’t have a deer come through the windshield, but it hit my car’s right front bumper with an awful thwack. We stopped. The deer ran off and seemed to be okay. My car? Not so much.

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The husband managed to push the panel back in place, but it was cracked in numerous places and the fog light housing was smashed.

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It could have been soooo much worse. But good grief, it was a helluva way to start a vacation.

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