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Getting my geek on.

November 29, 2018 Rivergirl 26 Comments

Day 5 of vacation dawned and it was screaming museum.

(Okay, maybe only I heard that. But I’ve found it pays to listen to the voices in my head.)

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Fairbanks Museum and Planetarium… a bizarre place.

It was built in 1891 to house a wealthy man’s cabinet of curiosities which had quickly overtaken his house. It was a big house, but hey… he had 175,000 curiosities. Things can get cluttered quickly.

The building itself was a marvel of stone, turrets and arches.

And the first floor was dedicated to specimens.

No.

Not that kind of specimen.

This kind.

The natural world kind…

(A little bear butt for your viewing pleasure.)

Apparently filthy rich Victorians liked to the travel the world, kill what they saw, then bring it home and stuff it.

And old Fairbanks must have been a taxidermist’s dream.

That’s not to say things didn’t go wrong at times.

And sometimes, horribly wrong.

I’m pretty sure that cat wasn’t grinning during his last seconds on earth.

To say this man was bird obsessed is an understatement.

And while I enjoy a good Black Headed Goatsucker ….

And Common Hoopoe as much as the next girl….

The seemingly endless glass cases filled with dead fine feathered friends began to wear on me.

The Noisy Pitta wasn’t noisy…

And the Jungle Babbler certainly wasn’t babbling.

But I did manage to find some bugs before the scheduled planetarium show.

And what wonderful bugs they were.

You’re welcome.

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A snow day.

November 28, 2018 Rivergirl 34 Comments

We had plans for our fourth vacation day, but Mother Nature said….

We woke to non stop snow.

It didn’t look too bad at 5:00am.

Yes, 5:00am. Insomnia doesn’t care if you’re on vacation, it still says

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By 7:00am it was starting to pile up.

And I crunched out on the deck in my pj’s and boots.

The husband was still asleep with his cure for light breaking through the bedroom curtains firmly attached.

Yes, that’s a fork.

Determined not to let snow defeat me, I showered and got ready for the day. Which in that funky bathroom with the whirlpool tub and tv… meant squeezing into the tiny little stall and watching myself bathe.

Exactly.

I didn’t want to… trust me on this.

But the way the room was laid out, it was hard not to.

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And yes. Those are polar bears on my jammies.

Don’t judge.

By the time we ventured out, the roads were sheer ice.

And the husband was less than pleased to scrape it off the windshield every 500 feet.

Please note the temperature is 15 degrees.

At first it looked as though the sun would come out…

And it made for some interesting through the dirty windshield pictures.

But the wind was starting to howl, the roads were getting treacherous…

And it was getting darker by the minute.

So we did what any snow tormented vacationer would do….

We got pizza, (at Positive Pie, because who wants a negative one?) went back to the resort, lit a fire (in the fireplace, we’re not heathens) and snuggled.

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(Well, it would have been. We did go back to the resort and light a fire, except the husband snuggled with the tv remote instead of me and watched John Wayne movies all day. But hey, at least he wasn’t naked in the whirlpool tub.)

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The flavor graveyard….

November 27, 2018 Rivergirl 19 Comments

Because I told you Ben and Jerry’s was a funky place.

When the factory tour was complete, we were told not to miss the graveyard.

And never wanting to miss a graveyard, up the hill we went.

I thought it would be a joke, but no.

There were actual granite headstones.

One for each of the flavors that didn’t quite catch on.

I was sad to see Maine had been laid to rest…

But couldn’t fault killing this one off.

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Most of them I hadn’t even heard of..

Which in this case…

Was a good thing.

And so as the sun set on the ice cream cemetery…

We left Ben and Jerry…

And their giant vats of creamy and sugary goodness behind.

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I scream, you scream…..

November 26, 2018 Rivergirl 21 Comments

Calm down. No one’s going Postal….

But we are going to Ben and Jerry’s for ice cream!

Nestled on a hillside in Waterbury, Vermont….. it’s the must stop tourist attraction that we’ve managed to avoid for years.

You enter through a forest of metal trees.

Follow the signs…

And find yourself in a cow filled world.

They’re on tee shirts in the gift store…

On the vintage Ben and Jerry’s bus…

Basically, everywhere you look.

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I could, but how about a blurry shot of that rare genetic mutation… the clucking cow?

Having a few minutes to kill before the tour, the husband found an exhibit of antique ice cream scoops.

Some of which were kind of interesting.

Our tour guide was young and enthusiastic….

But you would be too if you took home 3 free pints of ice cream every day.

We were herded into a cow filled room (herded, get it?) and shown a cow filled film about the company’s origin.

When the tour commenced, I was told absolutely no pictures…

And a little part of me died.

We were given free samples, which I couldn’t photograph.

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I know, but I did manage to bootleg this shot of their secret new flavor..

The tour included a history of the company’s charitable works and environmental programs…

Because you see, they were basically hippies who made good and had a strong commitment to social justice. If you’re interested, read this.

I admit to being disappointed that the company is no longer is privately owned, and was sold to Unilever (who make Breyers and Good Humor) for $326 million back in 2000. Ben and Jerry are still on the board of directors however, with 7.5% of profits going to the charitable foundation.

The tour ended with the wall of fame….

And the top ten flavors.

Mine came in #2..

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Ooh la la! Best meal in Vermont….

November 25, 2018 Rivergirl 31 Comments

We had to drive to Montpelier to get it, but this little unassuming place was worth the wait.

It was funky inside..

With fabulous lighting and quirky decorative touches.

Red leather, white marble and deep circular booths, smooth jazz playing in the background…

It had that laid back, 1950’s Rat Pack vibe.

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I loved it at first sight.

The cocktail list was delivered on a leather bound iPad, and while it was full of maple goodness…. I opted for the fresh raspberry mule.

The menu was endless…

With a whole page devoted to salads. The husband ordered the Vermonter.

And then the French Onion Soup…

And finally the Vermont chicken with roasted brussel sprouts and cauliflower.

Me?

I’m a burger girl, and when I find a good one I will happily crow.

Oh yes….

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I’m surprised you couldn’t hear me squeal from there.

Let’s deconstruct this tower of mouth watering goodness shall we?

Buttered and toasted Brioche bun, bacon blue cheese slaw, perfectly cooked rare ground sirloin glazed with a sweet and spicy sauce, topped with fried onion strings and a cherry tomato.

(We won’t mention the mountain of garlic parmesan truffle french fries I shamefully inhaled. Seriously don’t…. It wasn’t my finest hour.)

And if that gargantuan plate wasn’t enough, I had to try the highly recommended strawberry cake.

I had to…. really.

Yes, it was as divine as it looks….

And I swear if I lived anywhere near this restaurant, I would happily pitch a tent out back and scrounge their dumpster. It was that good!

Clearly, I would be better dressed…

But you get the idea.

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They’re dying to get in….

November 24, 2018 Rivergirl 25 Comments

Stop number two on day 3 was Hope Cemetery in Barre, Vermont.

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Yes… I said cemetery.

But not just any cemetery… au contraire mon ami. This final resting place is in Barre, Vermont… the granite capitol of the United States.

“Established in 1895, Hope Cemetery consisted of 53 acres designed and planned by the renowned landscape architect Edward P. Adams. By that time, stone cutters from all over the world, especially Italy, were flocking to Barre, Vermont, to enjoy the booming granite industry in the city. It is estimated than one out of every three memorials found across the United States was made using granite mined in Barre.”

“Barre is also known for having an uncommonly high death rate, but that, too, is related to the industry that made it famous. Silicosis, a respiratory disease that is caused by inhaling granite dust, led to an abnormal number of deaths in the area. When the Spanish Flu swept through the area, many knew that death could be just around the corner and got to work designing their own tombstones. This tradition has carried on ever since and about 75 percent of all of the tombstones found in Hope Cemetery were carved by the occupants of the graves they sit above.”

So we strolled among the dearly departed.

Have we met?

The weird thing is… it really isn’t.

We walked and we marveled…

And knew right away this wasn’t your ordinary cemetery.

And while it felt disrespectful to chortle in a graveyard…

Sometimes you just had to.

Instructions. What’s to learn…?

Die. Get planted. Take the eternal dirt nap.

Easy peasy.

Some of the carvings were lovely.

Some were serene.

Some were intricately wrought.

Some a little narcissistic.

Some were odd.

Some downright strange.

Cat lovers wanted everlasting furballs hawked on them…

And soccer players wanted giant balls.

(I can’t prove that, but I know it’s true.)

This was a testimony to love everlasting.

And this a heartfelt sentiment about mothers.

This chicka is famously known as the Bored Angel… seeming to say, “Come on, die already. Get it over with.”

There were hands clutching posies…

And massive monograms.

There were ducks…

And a fair share of art deco.

Here’s a door for my Thursday Door people.

But the one that really got me?

The chair.

Really… wth?

Chairs are made to be sat upon.

Did this dearly departed’s family members really think, “Hey kids… want to plant your tuchis on Uncle Shmuel for generations to come?”

The husband dared me to sit on it and have my picture taken. And don’t think I didn’t imagine some interesting selfies….

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But walking around a cemetery, gawking and taking blog pictures seemed blasphemous enough.

A girl doesn’t want to push her luck.

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So…. cheese.

November 23, 2018 Rivergirl 34 Comments

Never let it be said we don’t know how to have fun on vacation.

November is an odd month in Vermont. Since it’s after leaf peeping season, but before ski season… many places close down for a ~~we’re sick of the stupid tourists~~ month long winter siesta. This leaves explorers like us with limited opportunities, hence cheese on day 3.

Cabot, Vermont is home to Cabot cheese…. and they take it very seriously.

It’s cheese, how can you not?

A tour of the creamery and free sampling is a must, so off we went.

Only to arrive and be told they no longer give creamery tours because the government shut the program down due to food contamination concerns.

At first I was bereft….

No cheese?

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Then I was mad.

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No cheese at the cheese factory?

The salesgirl must have seen my “I have PMS and a handgun, any questions?” face because she immediately directed us to the tasting station.

Slightly mollified, I got my cheese on.

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I made my way around the table, but still must have looked ~~homicidal~~ dissatisfied, because the salesgirl made a special tasting plate for us with the expensive limited reserve cheese and pairing jams.

I must have smiled…. she retreated behind the counter.

This was as close as we got to the creamery.

But there were cow facts.

And a gift shop full of tasty treats.

We bought the elderberry.

I believe I heard the salesgirl exhale loudly in relief when we left. Clearly she realized how close she had to come to death…..

Do not come between me and my cheese.

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Vermont, where I make friends with pigs.

November 22, 2018 Rivergirl 19 Comments

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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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.

November 21, 2018 Rivergirl 27 Comments

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.

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

With some interesting stone work…

Which it was.

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

We realized the bridge spanned a massive chasm.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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Island hopping in Vermont.

November 20, 2018 Rivergirl 28 Comments

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No, not yet.

But there are indeed islands in Vermont.

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.

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

It was lovely.

Rich, rolling farmland with mountain backdrops…

And the lake on both sides.

There were cows….

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( I do. I totally do…)

And we happily played tourist, enjoying the natural beauty.

Again…

It’s a big friggin’ lake.

As we came to the end of the islands…

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

Which is where we saw geese.

Lots and lots…

And lots of geese.

Seriously, they went on forever.

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More farmland on the New York side.

As well as a massive apple orchard.

How massive?

That massive.

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

And oh, the smell!

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

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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.

More lake…

More farm land…

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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