Vermont, Day 2
Aug. 19th, 2010 05:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
winterbadgerWhere's my Vermont icon? I could have sworn I made one. Anyway...
So, I woke up fairly early on Friday (a pattern which was to continue all week) and futzed around in my room before having a shower and trooping down for breakfast. I got a bit mixed up and didn't catch the subtle hint that laid places = all seats, but where food was already waiting = where guests were expected to sit. So I sat down at one table that it turned out wasn't meant for anyone to actually sit at. *embarrassment* Mine host then popped in with the principal breakfasts of the other guests and invited me to join the group at the main table, at which point I sussed that the small bowls of fruit were not signifiers for "someone who has started breakfast but stepped out of the room". I'm trying to remember who was there the first morning. IIRC, it was the nice gay couple from Singapore (originally from Canada, as they explained, but lived in S'pore to escape from the Montreal winters) and an older couple I don't remember much. The smaller table had a family I'd see the next day, a man and woman maybe a bit older than I and two teenage daughters, one wearing a tie-dye t-shirt and the other a lavender and black t-shirt that proclaimed her a member of the Slytherin fiedl hockey team. :-) Conversation was fairly light and pleasant, mostly discussion of where folks had come from and what they were doing in the area.
I had meant to go see the Lake Champlain Maritime Museum when I visited the grrls last summer, but we never got to it and its collection of rebuilt lake boats. I figured I'd start with that and maybe go to the Rokeby Museum, a sort of historical farm, after. So I wended my way out of town.
But I had glanced at the "local attractions" map (one of those ones that you can subscribe your business too--oh, look! it's on the Web!) instead of my proper road map, and what had caught my eye was that there were two roads that run parallel to the shore and I could take either one. Well, what my foggy brain didn't notice was that there are two roads all right, but to get to them you have to take the first right turn when you leave town. Instead, I drove past the right turn, as I wasn't ready for it when I got to it, and thought "Oh, that's OK! I'll take the *second* road!"
Well, as I went further and further towards what appeared to be south to me, without seeing any sign of a road that would lead me back to the lake, I realised I was sadly off course! I stopped, I think at the intersection of Rt 22A with Rt 17, and examined my maps and my options. Since I was this far south, and I had thought of going to Ft Ti at some point, I decided I might as well go that day as any other, and started driving further south. I took Rt 74 towards the ferry and stopped as I came over a rise where a lovely cemetery is situated. I got out, looked at the views, took a few pictures, and reflected on how one could do a lot worse, if one had to wait for eternity to come, than be buried on that hill with those views and see that valley, summer and winter, spring and fall.
Right, more of Day Two later.
So, I woke up fairly early on Friday (a pattern which was to continue all week) and futzed around in my room before having a shower and trooping down for breakfast. I got a bit mixed up and didn't catch the subtle hint that laid places = all seats, but where food was already waiting = where guests were expected to sit. So I sat down at one table that it turned out wasn't meant for anyone to actually sit at. *embarrassment* Mine host then popped in with the principal breakfasts of the other guests and invited me to join the group at the main table, at which point I sussed that the small bowls of fruit were not signifiers for "someone who has started breakfast but stepped out of the room". I'm trying to remember who was there the first morning. IIRC, it was the nice gay couple from Singapore (originally from Canada, as they explained, but lived in S'pore to escape from the Montreal winters) and an older couple I don't remember much. The smaller table had a family I'd see the next day, a man and woman maybe a bit older than I and two teenage daughters, one wearing a tie-dye t-shirt and the other a lavender and black t-shirt that proclaimed her a member of the Slytherin fiedl hockey team. :-) Conversation was fairly light and pleasant, mostly discussion of where folks had come from and what they were doing in the area.
I had meant to go see the Lake Champlain Maritime Museum when I visited the grrls last summer, but we never got to it and its collection of rebuilt lake boats. I figured I'd start with that and maybe go to the Rokeby Museum, a sort of historical farm, after. So I wended my way out of town.
But I had glanced at the "local attractions" map (one of those ones that you can subscribe your business too--oh, look! it's on the Web!) instead of my proper road map, and what had caught my eye was that there were two roads that run parallel to the shore and I could take either one. Well, what my foggy brain didn't notice was that there are two roads all right, but to get to them you have to take the first right turn when you leave town. Instead, I drove past the right turn, as I wasn't ready for it when I got to it, and thought "Oh, that's OK! I'll take the *second* road!"
Well, as I went further and further towards what appeared to be south to me, without seeing any sign of a road that would lead me back to the lake, I realised I was sadly off course! I stopped, I think at the intersection of Rt 22A with Rt 17, and examined my maps and my options. Since I was this far south, and I had thought of going to Ft Ti at some point, I decided I might as well go that day as any other, and started driving further south. I took Rt 74 towards the ferry and stopped as I came over a rise where a lovely cemetery is situated. I got out, looked at the views, took a few pictures, and reflected on how one could do a lot worse, if one had to wait for eternity to come, than be buried on that hill with those views and see that valley, summer and winter, spring and fall.
Right, more of Day Two later.
