Just got back from a road trip thru Vermont with the happily kidnappable Gwyn-Gorgeous (check out the shoes - cool, or WHAT???) and oh boy, did we have some fun!!! Everything from bloody marys at brunch in an antique dining railcar just on the edge of Quechee... 
to clothes, perfume and shoe shopping, beer tasting at the Two Brothers Tavern and the Otter Brewery (yuuurrrmm...), a pint of ice-cream each at the Ben & Jerrys factory (urp!) , browsing in antique bookstores, spending a night in the Salubrious Motel Cockroach (every town has one, and ya gotta do it once, right? The beer definitely helped...), and generally driving, singing, enjoying the sun, and giving in to that whole oestrogen thing and jus' bein' gurlz. There's no chance of me having time anymore to see Vermont on the bike, so this was the next best thing, with great company, great weather, great music, great sights and fab food and drink. The landscape of Vermont, just over the border from New Hampshire is almost instantly completely different when you get there. Dense forests give way to rolling fields littered with gleaming silos, old barns and farmhouses, with the Green and Adirondack Mountain ranges as a stunning backdrops to the many farming communities.
Its peaceful, and beautiful, and the photo opportunities were too many to count or post. We stopped at the lovely village of Woodstock where we took refreshment in Bentley's Bar, a historical pub on the corner of the main street, where everything was lopsided, antique and charming, before heading north, and did a road loop that took us up past Otter Creek Brewery, thru the Green Mountains, thru the Mad River ski area, and on to Ben and Jerry's Ice-cream factory. While passing, trying to ignore what our weaker selves were whispering to us, the Hand That Plagues Me appeared from out of nowhere, as it tends to do, and dragged us in there for the tour and the ice-cream. (and I picked up a new MooMoo for the dog, which I know she will be greatly pleased about).
The other news is that when I checked this morning on the on-line tracking system for the bike, it appears that she is en route to Boston from Ohio now. She was moving all weekend, thankfully, and with any luck we'll be getting a phone call later to day or tomorrow telling us she is in Boston for collection. The next challenge will be to persuade the adorable but somewhat fiery Mac to leave ALL of his guns behind when we head south to pick her up. He did mutter something about carrying guns being illegal in Massachusetts, but no law prohibited the carrying of cannons. He does have a cannon; small, but impressive and very capable, I'm told. It lives in the basement by the stairs and is worryingly easily transportable to the truck. Oh dear... mental note to self... check its still sittting there when we set off, and hasn't somehow mysteriously and quietly found its way into the back of the truck... One loose canon (i.e. the one behind the wheel?) is enough on any given roadtrip, I feel.
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