42 degrees when we woke up. So glad we packed our winter coats.
Left
our hotel and headed for Woodstock. Wait. What year is this?
OK.
OK. Not the same Woodstock. This one hosted a national historic site.
Somebody’s big mansion. The owner did some stuff related to conservation. And
he married a Rockefeller. Guess that was enough.
My
favorite roadside sign? “Hillbilly Recycling”. It was a … junk store. Huge
place. Would have been a kick to go in and browse. We didn’t. Not sure why.
Sugarbush
Farm. Shades of Coon Dog cemetery. Up on a mountain. Way up a dirt road. Finally
came to a sign: “You are either here at Sugarbush Farm or you are lost.”
Not so encouraging.
They
did have a store on the farm full of good-tasting stuff. How do I know? Free
samples. Best cheese and honey I ever ate. We spent a dollar or two there. We
saw where they do the maple sap collecting. Even took a little hike to see the
actual sap lines hooked into the tree. No sap in them though. Wrong time of
year.
Got
to drive through an actual covered bridge right next to a (cover your ears)
dam.
Drove
south for a quick shortcut (Took 45 minutes, so not so quick) to a place called
The Vermont Country Store. Huge place that reminded us of a Cracker Barrel on
steroids. Great clothing sections, though. I stumbled across a new hat. Made in
Ireland. What that has to do with Vermont, I have no idea. Cool hat, though.
Then
it was across another border into New Hampshire. The state only has one
national park site, so we had to get that stamp. The park they have chosen to
immortalize is the home of an artist. He did some sculptures that were pretty
impressive, but his claims to fame are the one of Abe Lincoln and the one of a
regiment of soldiers marching to battle in the Civil War.
Our
next goal is a famous scenic drive up in northern New Hampshire. Pretty popular
place. So popular that we had to drive further south again to find a hotel.
This place is full of crazy people trying to look at dead leaves.
John 14:27 says, “Peace I leave with you;
my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your
hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”
Father,
thanks for the chance to check Vermont off our bucket list. Very pretty place.
But cold. Really cold. Amen.
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