It’s my ninth day and I’m currently sitting on a striped blue love seat in a sunroom (is it still technically a sunroom at night)?
It’s very quiet although the inn is practically full. There is a group of about fifteen ladies here from an Episcopal church from ‘The Cape’ and yes, that would be Cape Cod. They have met here on the third weekend of July for at least twenty-three years. They are a sweet group of older ladies. Tonight, I caught their sharing session and tomorrow I’m going to follow them to ‘the brothers’ service in a large barn. I wish I could share their accent. It’s so proper, but a little nasally.
I left Utica, NY about 11:00 and arrived here about 5:30. The views were amazing! Pictures don’t do the mountains justice. The rain clouds were low on them this afternoon, but after the cool front came in, they lifted high and the mountains stood alone in all their green majesty. Vermont car tags are green and say, ‘The green state.’ Easy to see why.
I had a nice drive. On the mountains, once I hit 7E and then 7N, my car had to work really hard to climb up, and then it flew down them. Lots to see and plenty of places calling out for me to stop along the way. Anything interesting and I brake or if I pass it, I turn around.
I stopped in East Arlington, and that’s where I saw a sign for a covered bridge, so off I went. I drove through it twice. A few cars and a biker (peddler, that is), drove through it while I was stopped to take a picture. Made me wonder if they take its beauty for granted and that made me wonder how often I do the same; Whatever the circumstance whether it’s friends, family, work, happiness, or security.
After braking for a really cool store and ice cream, I was moving again. I didn’t want to get caught in the storms they were forecasting along with the cool front. (By the way, I didn’t get rained on).
The car was working hard and then coasting fast, when I passed a sign that said, ‘Taylor Farm..Visitors Welcome.’ I did a three point turn in someone’s driveway and parked. Mr. Taylor greeted me and said to enjoy the farm. He pointed the way to the cows being milked by his daughter. (No jokes about the farmer’s daughter). Giggle! She just gave me a quick wave and went on with her job. The cows knew to get on the platform. She squirted out a little milk before she hooked them up to the machine and once they were done, they walked down the walkway to outside. I did see one let out some really disgusting pee as she exited.
This farm makes cheese to sell. I bought some Gouda cheese and some Vermont peanut butter made from peanuts and almonds. Can’t wait to try that! Their store sells only locally made Vermont items.
So, I made it to the Inn, got the tour, met the ladies and here I sit. The owners of the inn have two friendly cats and a dog named Sadie. Since I’m missing mine, I’m loving on them.
Until tomorrow …. Hugs to all.