Very early on October 3, we left Burlington, Vermont, and headed for the northeast part of the state.
~ the morning drive was beautiful ~ lovely scenes around every bend ~
There are little white churches all over Vermont ~ and we were told that many do not have stain-glassed windows,
but this one did ~ earlier-built churches have clear glass, so perhaps this one was built
more recently or had stained glass installed at a later date.
In St. Johnsbury, we made a too-short visit to the Fairbanks museum, founded in 1889
by industrialist, Franklin Fairbanks ~ definitely, a must-see stop for tourists.
Photos were allowed ~ but without flash ~ so some of the pictures are dark or blurred.
The extraordinary domed ceiling really attracted my attention.
The most startling exhibits are of the over 3,000 mounted birds ~ have never seen such a sight in my life!
One can stand right next to the monstrous bears, but cannot touch ~ no problem!
There are many interesting visits on the second floor ~ shells, fossils, dolls ~ wished we could have spent more time.
I was interested to learn about Wilson “Snowflake” Bentley, who invented microphotography
and was the first person to photograph a single snowflake in 1885. By the time
he died in 1931, he had captured over 5,000 photographs of them
and “proved” that no two are ever alike ~ fascinating ~
Traveling on northward, we went through an area with 3 little villages containing “Burke”
in their names ~ had to send pics of the signs to our grandson ~
Our main goal in the area was to visit Lake Willoughby ~ the color there was just past peak, but still quite lovely.
~ view from south side of Lake Willoughby ~
The 5-mile-long lake is a mile wide and over 300 feet deep in places;
it sits between two mountains ~ quite dramatic ~ a breathtaking site.
~ north end of the lake ~
We drove all the way around the lake, then headed back south even though we wished we could have had
more time in the area. It is the least inhabited part of the state and those who live there are quite partial to it ~
We traveled south toward Woodstock, driving the scenic route along the Connecticut River ~ on the Vermont side.
There is also a scenic drive on the New Hampshire side, but we didn’t have time to do both.
We had not planned to stop at Quechee Gorge that day, but since we were traveling right over it,
we stopped for a few quick photos. The bridge is 168 feet above the water ~ yeah, it made me nervous ~
The view literally takes your breath away ~ stunning!
On the outskirts of Woodstock, I snapped a quick photo of the Taftsville covered bridge (more photos of it later in the post).
~ our bed and breakfast ~
After checking in, we ventured into the downtown of Woodstock (terribly blurred photo) to find a place to eat supper.
The shop windows were so attractive in the quaint little village ~ this was my favorite.
We ate at Bentley’s and split a pulled pork and slaw sandwich ~ quite delicious.
The next morning, we drove into town to photograph the Middle Bridge which sits near downtown.
~ photographed from inside the bridge ~
We stopped to shop at Gillingham’s ~ another one of those interesting general stores.
Vermont does not allow billboards (such a good thing) ~ we really had to be on our toes to find
the places we wanted to stop ~ the signs are small, definitely what you would call, “hanging out your shingle”.
Our innkeeper told us we should definitely check out this particular store.
It was a very misty/rainy morning ~ we decided to first venture south of town
and try to find the “most-photographed farm in America” that I had read about online.
On the way we saw the above covered bridge which crossed onto a steep lane
going up to this barn in which was stabled a zebra! another guard animal?? ~
~ blurred photo taken through the rain ~
We searched for nearly two hours to find the “famous” farm, turning our car around several times,
asking directions, knocking on doors, making wrong turns. Many of the roads were dirt and all were very curvy and hilly.
Most of the local people had never heard of it; even the directions we did receive were rather vague,
because everyone assumes you just know which curve they are talking about ~
We were beginning to think we would never find it ~ the online information had said it was 15 miles south of Woodstock . . .
. . . but when we finally found the place, it was actually only 7 miles south!! We were slightly frustrated.
~ Jenne Farm ~
But our determination finally paid off ~ even though it was raining, the farm’s setting was still quite beautiful.
A special place atop this hill is set aside for photographers ~ can you imagine!? I had to use an umbrella
to protect my camera while taking pictures ~ others were there taking photos too ~ I wasn’t the only crazy one ~
We went back another day in better weather ~ those pics will come later.
We then drove back through Woodstock and headed up the steep hills north of town to visit a working maple syrup farm.
It wasn’t a fancy or modern farm, but a fascinating place to visit;
we bought several things in the gift shop, including pure maple syrup to take to relatives.
Wild turkeys roamed the pasture, searching for their lunch in the drizzly rain.
On the other side of the parking lot, a walk through the woods had displays of how the sap is gathered.
~ small chapel in the woods ~
We drove back down into town through the Taftsville bridge.
~ enough photos for this post ~ still many more to come! ~
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“. . . they went their ways, one to his farm, another to his merchandise.”