Yes, I know. You want to be there, too.
Hubby and I put the top down on the old sports car and drove to Vermont. Winding back roads all the way. The weather was glorious, big puffy clouds and a bright blue sky. We’re fans of real maps that show you more than ‘how to get there’. No GPS for this trip, just finding the least traveled roads on our old fold-out map.
We were kids again, not caring if the wind blew our hair or if we we were lost. We had a map, we were good to go. Time was unimportant- a rare thing these days. I was writing poetry in my head. I was singing, everything from Frank Sinatra to the Beatles. I was thinking of my children at school and what I could bring to the table.
We both love history. As we drove over mountain after mountain (no wonder it’s called the green mountain state), we talked about the pioneers who traveled west. Surely, when they crossed one mountain they thought “this is it”, only to see more mountains to cross.
Cool rock fact: Everything to the west of the Green Mountains is marble. Everything to the east is granite. I learned that at the Vermont Marble Museum some years ago.
Vermont is beautiful. Period. Cities are charming, towns are friendly, and you can find everything from agriculture to art. It was a perfect drive, our summer getaway.
We actually had an ulterior motive, visiting the Bennington Museum in Bennington (Part 2). Grandma Moses was the driving force in the best of ways. Oh, yes! Stay tuned.