Yes, we’ve reached the end of yet another vacation series.
We checked out of our Vermont mountain resort and walked by the required giant Adirondack chair….
Which had a non required tiny snowman.
With horns.
As we were leaving I noticed this sign…
And thought, damn.
The only reason I left mine at home was the lack of decent parking.
My husband had serious barn envy on our drive home…
Which is easy to do in Vermont.
And farther down the road, I saw another interesting sign.
Clearly Hula Hooping is a road hazard in the Northern Kingdom.
The mountains loomed in the distance….
And made for quite a scenic ride.
Sadly, the Water Wheel…
One of our favorite lunch spots…. was closed, and we had to make do with a local watering hole.
(For Martin, who constantly gripes there aren’t enough food photos.)
A decent clam chowder for me.
A mediocre French onion for the husband.
A really good turkey club for me.
And some nice homemade chicken fingers for the husband.
(Happy now Martin?)
We ate our meal under this watchful eye…
And elected to pass on the specialty cocktail.
I love bacon (and bourbon!) as much as the next girl, but bacon bourbon?
No.
Yes.
Yes we are.
The Vermont vacation is officially over.
