We “almost” saw the sun today. Not quite but at least the sky was bright for 30 minutes a couple of times. We left the trailer at the maple farm and chose to do a small, charming Vermont towns tour, following an article we found online from a Vermont newspaper. They were small and mildly interesting but not a compelling trip to seven or so towns. One, Lincoln, was over a notch in the mountain on a dirt road and the down side into Lincoln was a 20% grade with very narrow and winding roads, virtually no shoulder. And in Lincoln there was nothing but a general store. It was opened in 1842 and that was neat but the store was very ordinary. The two mountain passes we went over were full of beautiful colors. We also went north to see the Von Trapp Family Lodge but it was completely socked in with fog and muddy parking lots and no food at 3:00 - either too full and no reservations or closing. We found little open at Stowe but lots of cars everywhere. The coolest place was an apple press and we bought some cider but it was slammed with people jostling for a parking space and not all in the most festive moods. We stopped at a diner in Montpelier called Wayside Restaurant and they were feting their 103rd year in business, same location, different staff. Food was good.
The forecast for the next two days is ample rain as well so we are moving south a bit to the other end of the state tomorrow. We have a house we wish to tour and some indoor things we could do. Not so much here.
Three more CB today.
Update Cadillac - where, what and with whom — for his fans
So, Mr C. Moose, I want you to go to school to learn RV repair. If you are traveling with us, it would be nice to get some value from you.
But that interferes with MY plans and anyway, I don’t have articulated hooves, so it would not work.
We can work around the hoof challenge, so your plans - however unrealistic they might be, will be on hold.
My plans are never unrealistic, just circumstances conspire against me, besides this plan is easy and practically perfect.
Right, OK, what is your plan?
I intend to be a famous travel writer. I already ordered a fedora and am tracking down an Olivetti letter processor and, as you have already noticed, I am working on my vocabulary. If you are going to drag me across the country in this overland submarine I need a career that works with being in new places every day or so.
Realistic, really. Travel writers are not famous. And besides, you don’t even know where you are most of the time. No one is going to publish you even if you wrote something about the ferns and fauna FOR DINNER at some random pond.
Not famous! How about John Steinbeck or Ernest Hemingway or Bill Bryson or Mark Twain or Hunter Thompson or Marco Polo or Mr. Peabody. Besides I already have the hat! All I need to do is start smoking.
Smoking. No, nope, not a chance, never. We’ll continue this tomorrow.