Just a few hours in, we walked a few hundred feet to this awesome creek. Vincent's desire to walk amongst the giant stones and uneven (but fairly shallow) water sent my patented Over-Protection Meter into a frenzy but it was such a cool place to be.

We visited a great cheesemaking (2 yr. old Vermont cheddar = ridiculous) farm and got our fair share of animal contact. Chickens roamed freely around your feet, cows could be milked, and they actually had a small "Guess That Poop" exhibit. I poop you not.
And you could sit on a giant, old tractor. What's not to love?
This family photo serves three purposes: 1. It's a cool family photo. 2. We wore Phillies clothing in Red Sox country. 3. It serves as the LOOK !PETER WAS THERE TOO! photo. When you can't walk around and touch animals, tractors or foliage, you just don't get in that many Vermont photos.
And lastly, what better way to cap off a chilly 57 degree August night in the mountains than by roasting marshmallows in your firepit. By the way - when we get our next house or ...even in this one, I'm getting a firepit. I mean c'mon. It's a firepit.
And that was Vermont. We can't wait to go back. We're probably gonna fly, though.
No comments:
Post a Comment