Tag Archives: Vermont

Vermont, where I make friends with pigs.

 

As we were leaving Lake Champlain behind…

 

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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?

 

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Here.

In a field full of pigs.

 

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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.

 

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Yes, those are fire hydrants.

 

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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…

 

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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.

 

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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.

 

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Order placed, we clomped downstairs to the salad bar which was shaped like a ship.

 

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Isn’t it just.

 

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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.

 

 

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How fun is that?

 

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The Grand Canyon of the Adirondaks.

 

Some of the best places we find are by accident, and had the weather been  warmer than a Dick Cheney embrace  more conducive to strolling…. we would have taken full advantage of this gem we stumbled upon.

 

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At first we thought it was just a cool bridge….

 

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With some interesting stone work…

 

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Which it was.

 

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But as we got out of the car and walked around….

 

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We realized the bridge spanned a massive chasm.

 

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And it was actually a park you could explore…. with winding trails and breathtaking views.

 

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Had it not been  cold enough to freeze my genitals shut  a bit brisk to walk around, that’s exactly what we would have done.

 

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(5 points if you know the difference between a cavern and a chasm without looking it up.)

 

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I’m not sure if you can tell, but in this next picture?

 

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That batch of white stuff on the right hand side is ice, clinging to the trees and rocks from the spray.

 

 

I believe my husband might have said that once or twice.

 

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So yes, Ausable Chasm is on our list of  “return to when  our genitals are not in danger  the weather warms up”  places.

 

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But here’s a little taste of the vertigo inducing water hole to hold you until then-

 

 

Island hopping in Vermont.

 

 

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No, not yet.

But there are indeed islands in Vermont.

 

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It’s possible because Lake Champlain is so frickin’ big. I swear as you drive around it, you’d think it was an inland sea.

 

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So on our first full day, we drove north through the Heroes, (North and South…not super) and Grand Isle.

 

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It was lovely.

 

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Rich, rolling farmland with mountain backdrops…

 

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And the lake on both sides.

 

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There were cows….

 

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( I do. I totally do…)

 

And we happily played tourist, enjoying the natural beauty.

 

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Again…

It’s a big friggin’ lake.

 

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As we came to the end of the islands…

 

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And realized we didn’t have our passports, New York it was.

 

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Which is where we saw geese.

 

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Lots and lots…

 

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And lots of geese.

Seriously, they went on forever.

 

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More farmland on the New York side.

 

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As well as a massive apple orchard.

 

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How massive?

 

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That massive.

 

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So naturally we had to go inside and partake of it’s massive appley goodness.

 

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And oh, the smell!

 

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They should bottle it…. Eau de la Apple Crate. I would happily bathe in it.

Heavenly!

 

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So after buying apples, apple pie, apple turnovers, apple cider donuts and apple blossom honey we waddled out and continued touring.

 

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More lake…

 

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More farm land…

 

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More geese. You get the picture…

We headed south through Plattsburgh, and I’m sorry… but Plattsburgh? You suck. The part we experienced was dirty, foul smelling, full of air pollution and had that “we just don’t care anymore” attitude.

As boring as my vacation blogs are, even I’m not going to post pictures of you.

 

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And we’re back!

 

 

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Yes, with the wonders of modern technology… it’s like I never left. But trust me, I did.

And now?

The Vermont vacation.

 

 

 

Don’t despair… I only took 633 pictures this trip.

So really, time will fly right by.

 

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Let’s begin –

We left Maine in the rain, and by the time we got to New Hampshire….

 

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It was a slightly different story.

 

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And by the time we reached the Mount Washington valley?

 

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Not the greatest traveling weather.

 

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Which these cars can attest to. The one on the left had his entire rear quarter panel and tire ripped off by the one on the right –

 

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Slippery? A wee bit.

 

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Winter wonderland continued into Vermont….

 

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Where horses come in rainbow colors.

 

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And that slutty farmer’s daughter was still raising her skirts to the passing cars.

St. Johnsbury had sunshine and green grass.

But by the time we made it to our resort in the western part of the state, Smuggler’s Notch…

 

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It was grey and slightly snow covered.

I’d requested a quiet, secluded spot and got it. Halfway up the mountain.

 

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This was our building, empty and all alone… just the way we like it.

 

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We had a 2 bedroom condo, with a nice fireplace and some awful wallpaper.

 

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A fully stocked kitchen with granite countertops…

 

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And a comfy king sized bed in the master suite.

 

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I liked the corner unit, and it had a deck…

 

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With a mountain view….

 

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There was also a complimentary box of maple cookies on the table.

Free cookies (almost) made up for that awful wallpaper.

 

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That being said, the master bath….

 

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Had more hideous wallpaper, and a whirlpool tub built for two that made me choke.

 

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Oh, yeah… that’s a remote.

 

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And a television over the hopper.

*Gulp*

Just what every woman dreams of on vacation….

The husband, never wanting to leave the suite, naked, covered in bubbles and watching endless old John Wayne movies in the bathroom.

 

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So being the thoughtful spouse that I am, I suggested he take the second bathroom all for himself. No sharing space with all my products, no burning himself on my curling iron, no wet towels on the floor.

Wives.

We’re crafty bitches.