We paused for lunch in Montpelier, capital city of Vermont and, based on a quick count of the crossings marked on our informative (but slightly salad-dressing-obscured) paper placemat city map, home of no more than eight or nine traffic lights. With traffic passing by our sidewalk table weighted heavily in favor of pedestrians, Montpelier was, for us tourists at least, the storybook capital of the dreamy Vermont we love. Watch out if you stay the night -- may be haunted by Walt Disney's ghost. Further up the road, "Burlington is at the end of the scenic portion of two highways..." according to AAA's TourBook. Accurate. More correctly stated: "Burlington ends the scenic portion of Vermont." Past the strip malls and fast-food joints, there is, however, Shelburne, 1400 acres of isolation from the hustle and bustle (!) of Vermont. | |
Shelburne Farms -- the Car Barn | Shelburne Farms -- the Car Barn |
Shelburne Farms -- the Dairy Barn | |
Lake Champlain | Tomorrow we would begin our day of misty-rain aboard a ferry crossing Lake Champlain. A drive through the Adirondacks and our first taste of the "last fall of the mlllennium" would take us into Canada. Tonight we enjoyed the view and the second-greatest dinner of our journey. |