The end of April found us on a serendipitous getaway to Stowe, Vermont. Yes, it really is that picturesque, too:
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Since skiing wasn't what one would call optimal (the temperatures being in the high 60s most of the time), we convinced a sporting goods store to let us rent bikes, even though it was a bit early in the season. Some views from the bike path:
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I do not like heights. I do not like gondolas, either, for that matter, having been trapped in one elsewhere before. The guy and his mom, however, took the trip to one of the summits of Mount Mansfield:
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A pale-face mugging on a pre-mud-season hike to the Stowe Pinnacle.
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Where we stayed:
Trapp Family Lodge
Arija and birches on the Trapp property
The view from our balcony
Ceci n'est pas un centerpiece.
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Before it became a resort, the Trapp homestead was a working farm (and for a brief period in the 50s and 60s, they had a music camp). To this day, they still make maple syrup:
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The highland cattle still remain:
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Spent an afternoon in Burlington, Vermont. A pleasant enough place, but given its reputation as being some sort of progressive mecca, I found it very dingy, litter-filled and a little disappointing. The views across Lake Champlain were very impressive, though:
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On the way back, we made a pilgrimage to King Arthur Flour in Norwich, VT:
This sight might have been more impressive to me than my first glimpse of the Eiffel Tower. (To each his or her own.)
(Thanks to my number one shutterbug.)
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