We woke to predicted cool temperatures and heavy rains which continued until early afternoon. As the rains ceased, we decided to take a drive into Boothbay and around some surrounding areas.
Just south of our cmapground is the Boothbay Railway Village is a 10-acre re-created historic New England town featuring a village green surrounded by over 12 historic buildings, a working narrow gauge coal-fire steam train,
old fashioned shops, beautiful gardens, and one of the finest presentations of antique vehicles in New England. With more than 60 vintage cars on display, including a 1916 Model T Speedster, a 1940 Cadillac convertible limo, and a 1962 Rolls Royce Silver Cloud II, the village is also a fascinating look back at the history of automobiles.
Continuing toward Boothbay Harbor, we passed the first of more than twenty sculptures.
The most moving of those we saw was Fishermen's Memorial, "In honor of the proud independent Maine fishermen who lost their lives at sea." A plaque lists the names of 244 men who died at sea between May 17, 1798 (Captain John Murray, 27, who died after falling down an aft hatch) and April 22, 2012 (Earl L. Brewer, 77, who fell overboard while lobstering aboard his boat "Sea Foam").
The center of Boothbay Harbor is made up of a number of stores, restaurants and inns lined streets, many of the one-way making navigation to the uninitiatied.
Many of the stately old homes have been transformed into beautiful inns and B&Bs.
Some seacoast-themed wind vanes top churches and other buildings.
Throughout the area, "Old Glory" can be found on almost every street.
The eclectic is also evident.
However, like most Maine seacoast towns it is the waterfront which becomes the focal point for visitiors and locals, alike.
And moored throughout the harbor are many sailboats, the most beautiful we saw …
Crossing the bridge on Route 27,
Taking a detour from the loop road which circled the island, we arrived at a small cove from where we could see Hendrick's Lighthouse.
A lone plover watched as I snapped away
From there we headed for a protected cove
at the south end of the island where views of the surf breaking beyond some nearby islands
We'd no sooner left our Wolfeboro campground than we encountered
Our streak is in tact … everyday we've been driving our motorhome we have, without exception, encountered Road Work.
We contiue to see lighthouses in places far removed from oceans, lakes or rivers.
In all the hundreds of mailbox photos I've taken, this was the first for a cemetery.
After a slow tri[p across Route 25 we finally made it to
for the second time on this trip … if you reaad our recent blog posts, you'll recall we missed a turn in Gorham, NH and found outselves in Maine before realizing our mistake and backtracked to return to Twin Mountain.
A Jeep of a different color
For the most part, Route 25 wound its way through rural areas on which the traffic was minimal or non-existent.
Speed limit signs were everywhere and when on or below the posted speed looked normal.
However, when exceeding the speed limit, bright lights around the signs blinked brightly.
More stylized lighthouses, these outside a Gorham, ME gas station
The skis and ski lift car seemed a bit out of place along the Maine coast
It looks like a science fiction advertisement at the Taste of Maine Restaurant.
A new bridge and the remains of the one it replaced in Bath
Yet another inland lighthouse
Lunchtime Crowd at Reds' Eats in Wiscassett
Our home in Boothbay for the next five nights
This evening we visited my cousing Sue (Newbert) and Bob Goodrich
at their home on the water in East Boothbay.
One-legged Pirate Wind Vane
Inn at Cuckolds Light at the entrance to Boothbay Harbor at Sunset
The four of us then had a wonderful dinner at the Ocean Point Inn & Restaaurant where our table provided us with a spectacular view.
Having summered on Lake Winnipesaukee for more than 45 years and Debbie for more than 30, much of in and around Wolfeboro,
we decided to take the morning and take a nostalgic walk around the downtown area
Our first stop was Black's
where as kids we bought Sports Illustrated, comic books, toys and maple sugar candy. Today, however, it was to just walk through the store, noticing changes, including those resulting from technology … the prominent area formerly dedicated to books, magazines, newspapers and comic books has been moved and drastically downsized, replaced by a rainbow of Sweat and Tee Shirts. The store owner held up his cell phone and siad, this is the reason.
We spluged on some post cards and a coffee cup to replace Debbie's which had recently broken.
Then on to my favorite bakery
Not that we needed them, but Debbie had an incredibly delicious raspberry "something or other" and me a huge bear-claw … Yum Yum!
On up the street, the steeple of the First Christian Church was dramatic against the bllue sky.
Then down to the town docks – looking out over Wolfeboro Bay
Debbie chatting with a cute 4-year old
"Sharing" – a boy and his grandfather in Cate Park
Wolfeboro Train Depot (1872), now the Visitor's Center
Huggins Hospital piano – we've seen these in other public places across the country
Our next stop was at
a boarding camp I attended the summer of 1957. I was fortunate to be one of just eight boys in the WIlderness Group as we spent more than six of the eight weeks out of the camp season on backpacking trips through the White Mountains or canoeing along the Saco River or Lake Aziscohos in northeastern Maine. It was a great summer!
However, the landscape of so much of the camp has changed, including the area where the three WIlderness tents were located … only the remains of a fire pit remain
A view from where our Wilderness tents were located.
Olny the bell at the waterfront
and Great Hall where campers ate their meals seem unchanged.
Leaving along the one-lane dirt road, we saw yet another sign autumn was not far away
as well as a fawn standing just feet off the road, obviousy not intimidated by our presence.
After leaving Northwoods, we contiued north through Twenty Mile Bay where we pulled over to have lunch.
Then on to Melvin Village, passing the "frog rock" which has been kept well painted for as many years as we can recollect,
where a number of "old" gas pumps are on display.
We'd originally planned to circumnavigate the lake. However, when we reached Mountonborough, wee suddenly realized we were only ten miles from our sister-in-law, Diana Louis
who ives in South Tamworth. So, insteaad of a left, we turned right for her Red Horse Hill Farm.
Note the "bonnet covering the horse's face and ears. We'd never seen anything like it before. Well, we leaarned something.
The earliest form of a horse bonnet or hat is found in the mid-14th century when horses became targets in battle in order to dismount the knights on them. In order to protect the horses from archers and other attackers, barding, or horse armour, was invented. In most cases, the horse had iron plates on its body for protection, including the head. These protective shields for a horse’s face were called ‘chanfron,’ and covered the whole front of the horses face as well as much of the ears and cheeks.
At the turn of the century, however, barding was not really necessary anymore. Horses became mostly modes of transportation and companion animals. A more modern take on the horse bonnet came to play. In the 1890’s “sun bonnets” for horses were all the rage in France. These sun bonnets were basically hats for horses, keeping the sun out of their eyes and shielding them from the heat of the day. These ranged from simple straw hats to elegant and frivolous masterpieces.
As these original “hats” evolved into their modern-day look, they actually were not used for style. These crocheted ear bonnets were used mostly in the Grand Prix arena, as riders were noticing that their horses would often get distracted at bugs flying around their ears. The tightly woven fabric helped keep the pesky insects from bothering a horse while on course.
Today, ear bonnets are a fashion statement in the jumper arena. Though they have kept their functionality as bug repellants and sometimes sound mufflers, most riders now accessorize their horse with a bonnet simply to keep up with their color scheme
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The symbolism of her wind vane was not lost on us
when we were intriduced to her 800 lb. pet pig (which had been the runt of his litter) … aptly named "Mr. Pig Pig".
Back in Wolfeboro, we drove down Springfield Point where my folks had a summer and later permanent home, both of which my dad designed. Unfortunately, we could only see it from a nearby bridge.
The beach is new
Original building … the "Corn Crib" … is still there
While I played golf with Jeff at Kingswood Golf Club, Debbie and Sandy visited the Castle- in- the -Clouds (an estate named Lucknow, by it's builderThomas Plant). While we have visited the estate in the past, Debbie said that since its restorations it was like going to a to totally new place. I have included a few photos from the Castle-in-the-Clouds website to augment those taken by Debbie today.
Above – one of several photo from the Castle's Internet website
Thomas Gustave Plant was born in Bath, Maine in 1859 to French Canadian immigrants. He left school at age 14 to help support his family, and worked a variety of jobs before taking an apprenticeship as a shoe laster in a factory. An industrious and driven individual, Tom rose from laborer to factory owner in only 11 years. He established the Thomas G. Plant Company at the age of 32, and, by 1910, his factory in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts was the largest in the United States and the largest shoe factory in the world. That year, at the age of only 51, Plant sold his business to the United Shoe Machinery Company and began to plan his retirement.
On a trip to Europe in the fall of 1912, Tom met Olive Dewey and they were married in the spring of 1913.
Olive was a well-educated young woman who had studied Greek at Wellesley College and worked as a school teacher. Together, Tom and Olive enjoyed the many outdoor activities Lucknow had to offer, especially riding their prized horses on the many trails on the estate.
After earning his fortune in the shoe industry at the turn of the 20th century, Tom Plant focused his attention on the Ossipee Mountains in Moultonborough, New Hampshire. In 1913-1914, Tom and his wife Olive built a unique and stunning country estate, which they called Lucknow.
The masonry was done by hand using a mallet and chisel
Hollow tiles, made from terra cotta clay, similar to the ones used in construction of Lcuknow’s walls.
Apparently, when the castle was being constructed, a mason dropped a chisel while working on a basement wall and couldn’t recover it. The antique chisel was found a century later in 2013 when restoration work was being done on that part of the building.
The property spanned 6,300 acres and featured a 16-room Arts and Crafts mansion, stable and six car garage, two gate houses, a greenhouse, a golf course and tennis court, a man-made lake, a boathouse on Lake Winnipesaukee, and miles of carriage and bridle trials. For several years the Plants enjoyed a luxurious lifestyle at Lucknow, with state-of-the-art amenities, beautiful hand-made furnishings, and a large staff to run the estate.
By the early 1920s, due to a habit of overspending and some unwise investment choices, the Plants were no longer as financially comfortable as they had once been. They began mortgaging parcels of land, and eventually decided to sell Lucknow. Despite their effort, no buyer was found and the estate was mortgaged to a friend. The Plants were fortunate enough to remain at Lucknow until Tom’s death in 1941, at which time the estate went into foreclosure and Olive returned to her family in Illinois.
Above – one of several photo from the Castle's Internet website
The interior of the house refelcts the life style of its early 20th century owners. While most ot the furnishings, which are periodically changed from year to year, are originals, other items, such as the ladies' slips have been acquired but are from the period when Tom and Oliva Plant lived there.
Above – one of several photo from the Castle's Internet website
Above – one of several photo from the Castle's Internet website
Note the table, its shape was specifically designed to match the contour of the wall
Needle Shower (for men only … because the spray was considered too harsh for a woman's delicate bodies)
Two of the twenty-one hand-painted window roundels
Detailed flooring, with each of the eight sections meeting perfectly at the center of the room
Several of the rooms and balconys provide exquisite vistas of the surrounding mountains and lakes.
The stables, which have been transformed into a restaurant, are the most impressive for the estate's outbuildings.
Above – one of several photo from the Castle's Internet website
Another building was the Maple Lodge.
There are also several gardens, some used for the backdrops for weddings and other receptions.
As interesting as the castle and its robber baron furnishings, the views from the Castle, overloking Lake Winnipesaukee are nothing short of spectacular … whether under sunny or cloudy skies.
Above – one of several photo from the Castle's Internet website
Back at Sandy's, Debbie posed with her carousel horse.
Afterwards, the four of us went to Ackerly's Grill & Galley where a sign at the entrance captured a basic truth of life.
Yesterday we did little more than hunker down and listen to the incessant rain pitter-patter on the roof of our motorhome for almost the entire day.
Today, we left Twin Mountain under overast skies
with our route taking us past the historic Mount Washington Hotel complex in Breton Woods.
Along the way, we caught glimpses of the rail line
which descended through Crawford Notch (sometimes even with us sometimes above us as its descent was, by necessity aa shallow and nearly constant grade as opposed to the road bed which could loose elevation much quicker)
and ew began to catch sight of some patches of blue sky and sunshine on some distant hills.
We crossed many nearly dried up stream and river beds (the result of a relatively dry July and August)
and the Wiley House
In the summer of 1826, northern New England experienced a drought, which ended with the arrival of a terrific storm on the evening of August 28th. Major flooding followed, with the valley at Crawford Notch being one place that suffered the consequences. All but two of the bridges that ran through the notch were destroyed, trees suffered a similar fate and the high sides of the valley were gouged by swollen streams and landslides.
The Willey House was a scene of desolation due to the effects of an avalanche on a mountain behind it. The house, however, had survived in an island of calm because the surging debris split either side on a low ridge and then unified again beyond it.
Local residents visited the house in the aftermath of the storm. It was empty, with signs that there may have been a rapid departure from it, such as unmade beds, clothes strewn around and ashes in the fireplace and an open Bible on the table. A search of the devastated area over the next few days revealed the bodies of the Willey parents, two of their daughters and two hired hands; the remains of the other three Willey children were never found. Some livestock had also been killed, including those in a now-destroyed stable.
There followed various theories as to what had happened, the most likely of which is that the occupants abandoned the property as the avalanche approached but in doing so, in darkness, they unwittingly put themselves in the path of it around the point where the flow reunited.
In Conway, park benshes have sometimes been replaced with ski lift chairs.
In Albany, we caught glimpses of Mount Chocorua,
a 3,490-foot summit and the eastern most peak of the Sandwich Range. Although the mountain is not outstanding for its elevation, it is very rugged and has excellent views of the surrounding lakes, mountains, and forests. It is one of the most photographed mountains in the world.
With less than eighty miles to drive, we arrived at the beautifully wooded Wolfeboro Campground
a little before noon. After lunch, I spent an hour trying to figure out why one of our GFI outlets had stopped working. It seems, that one of our 110V circuit breakers had "popped" … but instead of moving all the way from the left to the right in the panel, it only moves 15o-20o, making it very difficult to see. The good news is that is now working again!
We then went over to visit with my cousin Sandy and husband Jeff. An afternoon ride on their pontoon boat
was magnificant and provided us with distant views of a bald eagle
as well as a close-up of a gull posing on a buoy marker.
We also came close to an otherwise non-descript island.
However, it becomes more interesting when we found out that it once belonged to a very well-to-do couple. In their subsequent divorce, she apparetnly parted with much of his weaalth, but magnanimous graciously left him with one of their private islands.
Walking past a garden near their house we pased a garden with dozens of Monarch Butterflies
and a brilliant Clamatis.
A fantstic pasta and scallop dinner capped off a great day!
With rains predicted all day tomorrow, we took advantage of a seasonably warm and mostly sunny day to take a meandering drive through northern New Hampshire.
Passing through Randolph, we saw a duplicate of Mount Washington's famous Cog Railway engine and passenger car.
Continuing along US Route 2 we spotted off to the north two valleys still engulfed in clouds whose tops were far below our elevation.
Again, familiar signs we recalled from our eighteen years of living and vacationing in New Hampshire becaame apparent.
Unfortunately, the moose had apparently been warned about the tourists and remained noticably out-of-sight ,,, other than
Bypassing Gorham for the moment, we drove to Shelburne so I could show Debbie the Shelburne Birches which I photogrpahed many years ago. Over the past thirty years, climate changes and other factors have witnessed the loss of both gray and white birches across New England. Disappointingly, Shelburne was no exception. While we were fortunate to see some small stands,
gone were the large forests of birches I'd walked through years before. However, there was a beaautiful lake-like section of the Androscoggin River as it flows toward the Maine border.
We also saw the first of many stone homes … some, like the one below, quite large.
Doubling back to Gorham,
we were surprised to see
as we found we were sharing long section of roads, here and over the next 250 miles, with literally scores of ATVs of all sizes and shapes.
Passing the Grand View Lodge, we had a spectacular view of the two most northernly of the Pressidential Mountains … Mount Madison and Mount Adams (whch Debbie and I, along with sons Doug and Scott, had climbed in 1979).
In Berlin, there were a few typical (for many rural towns across the country)
After passing through Percy and skirting the Percy Peaks,
our next stop was in the small town of Stark (2010 population of 558), best known for the Stark Union Church, one of the most photographed buildings in the state.
Nearby is one of New Hampshires best preserved covered bridges
which spans the Mill Brook.
On the north side of the brook the Stark Inn Bed & Breakfast can be seen refelcted in the water.
A less well-know fact is that during World War II it was the site of a POW camp named "Camp Stark".
In Groveton, we visited another covered bridge
as well as a well-preserved logging railroad steam engine and caboose.
Back on U.S. Route 3, we followed the path of the Connecticut River, which forms the boundary between New Hampshire and Vermont, north to Colebrook. Although Debbie and I have lived in New Hampshire for some eighteen years, this is as far north in the state as we'd previously ventured.
St. Francis Xavier Catholic Church
The Rendezvous French Bakery
While the further north one goes in Coos County (The state’s largest county in area while least populated (less than 32,000) and is one of only two counties in the United States to share land borders with two different states and another country, along with Idaho’s Boundary County) mobile homes seem to be the most type of residential residences, it was sad to see how many more traditional buildings had fallen into decay.
Not surprising, there was very little traffic
but what did amaze us was how rolling the landscape was from Colebrook thrrough Stewartown, Pittsburg and all the way to the Canadian border … as it rose from around 1,200 feet to more than 2,600 feet above sea level.
Jus tsouth of Stewartown, and actually in the township of Clarksville, we again transited
which have done on any number of RV trips we've taken across the country.
Noth of Pittsburg we passed Back Lake
and then, more importantly, the First,
and Third Connecticut lakes …
which are the source of the Connecticut River which flows south through Massachusetts and Connecticut where it empties into Long Island Sound.
At the pull-off for the Third Connecticut Lake is a plaque with two interesting stories.
The Indian Stream Republicc
Borders have always aroused intrigue and fascination. Behind closed doors are whispered well-kept secrets, and forgotten stories, as well. The Indian Stream Republic is one of those stories.
The signing of the Treaty of Paris in 1783 defined the border between the United States and lower Canada. The description of this border was unclear and led to an early 60-year dispute between the two countries over an area of approsimately 160,000 acres. For some, the Connecticut River to the southeast was meant to be the broder, while others considered Hall Stream , to the northwest, as the designated boundary line.
In 1832, the settlers of this territory, having no coutnry, decided to create one for themselves, the Indian Stream Republic. It was a unique democracy. Injustices, skirmishes and arrests would eventually lead the residents to join New Haampshire. The Webster-Ashburton Treaty, signed in 1842, set Hall Stream as the border, once and for all … adding an emense territory to the United States.
The Legend of Sophia
Many legends about Sophia abound in the region. Here is one of them, dating back to the mid-1700s and linking a tribe of the Abenaki nation with the Connecticut Lakes. The story alludes to a group, presumably from the Koasec tribe, who traveled up the Connecticut River to their hunting and fishing grounds. The group decided to camp on the shores of the Third Connecticut Lake because Sophia, the chief’s wife, was not feeling well.
Despite efforts to cure her, Sophia died there. Her body was supposedly buried nearby under a rock pile in the center of which a stake was erected. For a number of years, Sophia’s grave was a landmark for members of the tribe traveling in the region. With time, the site of the grace was forgotten, giving way to the legend that kept memories or Sophia alive.
In the 1990s, resident of the region tried to find Sophia’s grave. Their searches eventually enabled them to locate it. After discussions with members of the Abenaki Nation of Swanton, Vermont, they decided to keep its location secret in order to preserve the tranquility of the site.
A little more than a mile north of the Third Connecticut Lake one arrives at the US-Canadian international border.
Without our passports, crossing, event briefly, into Canada was not an option. So we made a U-turn and headed back toward Twin Mountain. We were immediatley greeted by a New Hampshire Welcome sign.
Another discovery was the number of dairy farms and amount of acreage dedicated to growing corn.
Arriving back in Colebrook, we turned east on Route 26 ahd headed for Dixville Notch (population 12), most notable for being the first-in-the-nation to report its returns during each presidential election. However, for most, Dixville Notch
is epitomized by the upscale
After filling up our tank in Errol … with a colorful porch
and a rainbow of Adirondack chairs,
we took a left and were surprised twenty minutes later when we crossed into Maine … only then realizing we'd missed the Route 16 South turn.
Back on Route 16, we passed the Nansen Ski Jump in Milan, whose outrun appears quite short, almost running into the road.
Returning back through Berlin, we breifly caught sight of two buildings.
Back on US-2, we passed a motel whose cabins were painted in a neon rainbow of color
while further on, we saw spotted several classic antique cars.
We got a late start, in part as we had less than 80 miles of travel for the day.
After topping off our RV fuel tank we headed north on VT-14, passing a former magnificent old house now collapsing from lack of attention.
After joining US-302 in Barre, we headed East through a mix of dense forests, any number of streams and rivers and small farms; occasionally dotted by very small towns … each one seemingly hosting either adult softball tournaments and/or dozens of garage and yard sales.
There were more fields of golden rod along side the road than we've seen in a long time
A sad old travel trailer
Townwide Flea Market, downtown Wells, Vermont
Crossing the Connecticut River into New Hampshire
We had more than a foot to spare … although didn't know it until we were almost to the underpass
Franconia Ridge in the distance
Cannon Mountain ski slopes
Settled in at the Twin Mountain Motor Court and RV Park for the next three days
We pretty much crashed today, other than joining Dorothy and David for lunch overlooking Lotus Lake.
After we took a casual hike around the lake. Our first stop was at one of the camp's craft cabins where we discoverd how some of the campers had repurposed a common household appliance into a flower "pot".
Memorial bench in honor of Dorothy's husband and our good friend, John Milne
When we got up this morning, the campground's lake was nearly still … and extremely beautiful
and watched over by a great blue heron on the far side.
After breakfast, we struck out for Montpelier to visit Vermont's capitol (our 47th) with the ridgelines of the Green Mountains in the distance.
Depsite being opposed by New York, the Republic of Vermont was founded in 1777. The Declaration of Rights in its constitution, approved that year, was the first to abolish slavery in the United States.
The current State House is the state's third capitol building … the two previous ones falling victim to fires.
The Capitol Area of Montpelier is lovely. As we walked to the State House
we were amazed at how the State had not only preseved many old and beautiful buildings but put them to use to house many state agencies.
The State House sits majestically on a small knoll, framed by a wall forest of green trees of Hubbard Park
On it's gounds there are two cannons,
captured from the Spanish warship
and presented to the state by a native Vermonter, Admiral George Dewey.There is also a statue of Thomas Chittenden, the state's first governor (during its territorial period between 1775-1790 and after its statehoold beginning 1791 until his death in 1797)
well prior to Vermont becoming the nation's 14th state in 1820.
Walking up the entrance sidewalk, of the third State House, which was built in the Renaissance Revival style the newly refurbrished (2018) dome gleamed in the sunlight.
57foot gold dome – unlike most other captiol domes, it is an exterior dome only, with no rotunda or other interior expanses
Under the Dome
Standing atop the dome is a 14 foot statue of Ceres, the Goddess of Agriculture … apropros of Vermont as historically being an agriculturally-based state.
The portico was the only salvageable portion of the second Capitol which burned in 1857.
Under the protico there is a cannon dating from the American Revolution that was taken from the German Hessens after the American victory at the Battle of Bennington
and a statue of Vermont's first hero, Ethan Allen
The entrance door is solid pine with their exteriors painted giving them the appearance of bronze while the interior sides are painted to resemble mahogany
The interior is furnished with finely crafted hardwood trim,
Notice how some of the detailed carving stops before the stairs go to the third floor
and Vermont black and white marble floors.
The white marble tiles were quarried in Danby, Vermont and the black tiles from Isla La Motte on Lake Champlain. The fossils visible on the black tiles come from the Chazy Fossil Reef and date back more than 480 million years
The chandeliers and sconces were designed and manufactured in Phliadelphia.
Along the hallways are photos of the states governors, inculding Howard Dean who didn't want to be depicted in a suit
and the state's only female governor May Kunin who served as the 77th Governor of Vermont from 1985 until 1991,
a bust of Abraham Lincoln
photographs of Admirals Dewey and Clark who fought the Spanish at the Battle of Manila Bay,
those of the two presidents born in Vermonth (both of whom were elected as Vice Presidents and became Presidents on the death of the sitting presidents).
Chester Arthur (who suceeded James Garfield after his assassination)
Calvin Coolidge (who suceeded Warren Harding)
and a number of importnt quotations.
There is also a first floor exhibit recognizing the four indigenous tribes who lived in the terrotory which became Vermont prior to the Eurpopans' arrival.
Then we stumbled over something you rarely see anymore, these located in a rear hall.
Hallway Outside House Chamber
The portrait of George Washington was rescued from the Second Capitol's 1857 fire
Lieutenant Governor's Office/Reception Room
This rocking chaair dates to the state's first Lieutenant Governor, Joseph Marsh (1778-79)
Governor's Formal Office
Governor's Chair made from a timber from the USS Constitution – only the Governor gets to sit in it
Governor Erasmus Fairbanks (1852-53 and 1860-61)
Cedar Creek Reception Room
20' x 10' mural commemorates Vermont's finest moment in the Civil War, the Battle of Oak Creek (October 19, 1864)
Admiral George Dewey
As we left Montpelier, Debbie began shooting some eclectic sculptures,
a number of historic buildings
and a carving outside the Vermont Granite Museum.
After returning to our campground, we enjoyed a "picnic" lunch on a glider overlooking the lake.
After lunch we watched bees, butterflies and dragon flies flit around blossoms at the water's edge. Suddenly one landed on my wrist and remained there for several minutes.
After four rather hectic days of sighseeing and visiting with John and Judi Melby, we left New York and headed for Williamstown, Vermont.
After we crossed the Hudson River, our route along I-90, I-91 and I-89 we passed through rural areas of western Massachusetts and eastern Vermont. Unlike our travels to and from Florida or out west, it seemed like we were traveling in a "green" tunnel … trees everywhere.
More early colors of fall
There was also evidence that the highways required major blasting through the bedrock, just inches below the surface.
Where there were voids in the treed landscaape, they were reminders that we were also traveling in farm country.
The highight was at the Visitor's Center on I-89 where the state's Vietnam Veterans Memorial is located … the first such state-authorized memorial.
Each of the protruding white granite blocks represents a Vermonter who gave his life during the war.
Nearing our destination we left the Interstates and had to navigate a narrow, winding road during which we descended over 500 feet.
Debbie is never thrilled when we see one of these signs while in our motorhome
Our campground for the next three nights is one of the most beautiful we ever stayed at. It's small, provides "full hook-ups", including cable and its only drawback is the verizon service is a bit weak.
Tonight, we drove less than ⅓ mile for dinner with Dorothy Milne and her friend, David. She and her late husband John were our closest neighbors during the years we lived in Wayland, MA in the early 1970s. We were all socked to determine that, other than for John's funderal, we'd not seen her since 2012.
In a fortunate twist of fate, John's borther, Jim, married Jeanne Scott, who lived just a few houses from where Debbie grew-up.