One of the main reasons we came back to Vermont for this time period was so that I could hide in the woods for my birthday. This would be my 40th so I definitely wanted to be nowhere near home. It was perfect. Uneventful. Just me, Mrs and Vermont.
We had a visitor in the lean to overnight. Mrs awoke to the sound of 'something' in the trash. We had loosely planned to put the garbage bag in the 4 Runner for the night because of the packaging that contained the chicken we had for supper. We forgot, and sure enough 'something' had arrived to check it out.
I cautiously opened the door of the camper and pointed the flashlight towards the bag which was hanging inside the lean to. Seeing no bear, I got out and took a closer look. I found the trash bag still hanging, but shredded and some of the contents littering the top of the cooler and floor of the lean to. There were several raccoon tracks on the floor as well. Mrs got up to help me place the destroyed bag inside a new one and this time we stored it inside the car.
Back to bed.
Our plan for the day was to go to Townshend State Park and hike up Bald Mountain, a year to the day since we last hiked it.
On to the hike.
The trail begins in the campground between two sites in the lower section of campsites. and crosses a bridge over a stream coming down from the mountain.
Some sights on the trail and at the top.
We had a bite to eat and enjoyed a rest on the rocks warmed by the sun, then decided to head back.
On the way back, we stopped in Jamaica so Mrs could get a couple more things from Hot Glass Works. I waited in the car and people watched. At D&K's I watched a number of people, mostly 50 and older, showing up for soft-serve ice cream. The scene was similar to what you would expect at a coffee shop in the morning. The usual characters at their normal times coming in for coffee and chatting a bit.
This was later in the afternoon and was clearly a normal routine that I enjoyed watching.
Back at camp, we showered and then walked around the campground enjoying the last bit of time we had there and taking some pictures.
3 comments:
What a great way to usher in 40. Know your probably don't believe it but you are entering your best decade ever. Enjoy.
I always get nervous when we tamper with nature and introduce something that is supposed to cure something else. Hope the Hemlocks survive.
Patti - I was told 40 is the new 30 (and I always think of you and your blog when I hear that). I have many things on my 'to do' list and hope I can figure a way to do them. None of it is Earth-shattering like climbing Everest, but I do have an ache in my heart for not getting back to the High Peaks Region of the Adirondack Mountains. That's just one example.
Happy belated birthday. I wish I were 40 again. Heck, I'd settle for 60 (or even 70). ;-)
Your photos are lovely and I am especially fond of the club house (or visitor's center?) on the hill.
68* sounds cold to me. It is still hovering around 100 degrees in the afternoons.
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