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Day 5: Vermont’s Finest… Ben, Jerry, and Whitney…

Y’all would be impressed with how fast I moved on the morning of day 5… I was up before the rooster knew the sun existed and with masculine strength, I done lugged both 50-pound suitcases down that rickety old stairwell.  It’s amazing what a germ-a-phobe will do to escape the gross.  I was ready to get myself away from Smuggling Notches and move on to more important things… like maple syrup and haunted bridges.  Our first stop on that gloriously chilled day where the sun decided to peek out for the first 2 hours and then immediately decided rain was in the cards, was to the Maple Outlet, which according to Freda the GPS was supposed to contain breakfast… not so.  But, we did get to conversate with the nicest older lady on the planet and she gave us some good tips for places we needed to see in her home state of Vermont.   First stops… COVERED BRIDGES:

This last one is called Emily’s Bridge and is supposed to be haunted… Ghostbusters must have been in town since I done never saw one ghost… let alone any orbs!   There’s just something so quaint about a covered bridge.  I’m not exactly sure why they felt the need to cover some of their bridges, but it sure brought in the tourists in later years (me and Madre count as 3,000,000).  Next stop you ask?   Stowe, Vermont, where we briefly checked out the Trapp Family Lodge… that of The von Trapp Family singer fame, Sound of Music fans anyone?  This piece of land is where the von Trapps settled in the United States because it reminded them of their beloved Austria.

We then took off for downtown Stowe, VT where they were having a rained out artisan festival on Main Street.  All y’all wimpy artisans afraid of some wind and liquid falling from the clouds… seriously now.  Instead, we went inside of a cross stitch shop (MY WEAKNESS) where we were told we needed to drop by the cider mill!  Y’all… the CIDER MILL contained more delectable gooery per square inch than every Martha Stewart Thanksgiving special put together.  Apples and cider and donuts and pastries and jellies and jams and maple syrups and candies and any sugary delectableness you could think of all conglomerated into one building… and it was crowded.  I had to reign myself in because I knew where we were headed next… instead I shared a bite of an apple cider donut with Madre and a sip of hot cider… I’m still kicking myself for not getting to try the homemade maple apple pie with a chunk of Vermont cheese on the top.

Those delectabilites left behind we were on our way to the Ben and Jerry Ice Cream Factory tour!  We must have arrived just as 85 tour busses did because we waited in line for hours just to buy tickets to the tour… and then in line again just to buy some ice cream!  Thankfully, I had some entertainment whilst standing in the cold, windy, rainy line… this lady was feeding her dog, who just so happened to be the size of a horse, ice cream whilst her husband was feeding her… and it went on for forever… Clickety click here to see video evidence.  I didn’t get it, but at one point she’d feed the dog ice cream and then eat a bite herself from the exact same spoon!  OH LAWS, SLAY ME NOW!  Sorry, you who don’t mind eating from the same silverware as your pets, but the breath alone is enough for me to say heck to the no to that!

I have a schoolgirl crush on Jimmy Fallon and so when I found out that he had his own ice cream flavor, I HAD to get it… no matter that it was potato chips covered with chocolate chunks.  It was not my most shining moment.  Not a good flavor.  Madre got this delectable clustery flavor that was like heaven on a spoon.  I tried to get her to trade me, but she was not interested in my potato chips!

Rub it in why don’t ya’, Madre!  Lactose intolerance over and done with, we loaded up in the contraption to head to Sharon, VT, which is the birthplace of Joseph Smith.  The monument and grounds were so beautiful.  I wished it wasn’t so cold and rainy and that we’d gotten there earlier so there was more light for picture taking.

I seriously am considering bringing more really large umbrellas to picture taking time to cover up the bane of my existence!  Totes effective until you have to put it down!  This cute little lady tour guide was insistent that we get pictures for our “Christmas cards” so had us pose in approximately 500000000 different ways while she snapped like we were Heidi Klum at a modeling convention… needs more fan!  It was pretty much the most hilarious thing I’ve ever been a part of.  Thank goodness I graduated from Supermodel Anonymous Academy.

The day ended with a rainy drive to our hotel for the night in Tilton, New Hampshire.  Tilton was the first “big” city we had stayed in yet (aside from Buffalo, NY)… they actually had places to shop and eat… it was miraculous!  My day in Vermont was a fun one.  I’d go back again… pretty sure Ben and Jerry will be asking me to come on as a partner… I have a few notes on the potato chip ice cream, fellas!

Question of the Day:  What is your favorite ice cream flavor?  Do you have a favorite ice cream brand? 

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Day 3: Church History… Will There Be A Pop Quiz?

Day 3 of infiltrate the Northeast with my slightly psychotic presence started out in a liiiiiiittttttllllleee town named Palmyra, New York.  Palmyra is beautiful… rolling hills, fall colors popping out of every corner and crevice.  I could live there if they provided free houses and money (hit me up Mayor of Palmyra… I’ll move out tomorrow… you can get a hold of me at 1-800-DREAM-ON-SCHMUCK!)  For those not familiar with the town, Palmyra is rich in church history for we of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints faith (just helping out that one Baptist minister who says we don’t believe in Jesus Christ… oh, and Susan Sarandon might need some help too).  It was there that many of the key church founding moments happened.  I’m not eloquent enough to explain it, so I’m quoting from this website:

On a spring day in 1820 14-year-old Joseph Smith sought solitude in a grove of trees and prayed to know which church was true. God the Father and Jesus Christ, “two Personages, whose brightness and glory defy all description,” appeared and spoke with him.1

Wondering which of the many churches to join, Joseph had followed the counsel in the Bible’s book of James: “If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God.”

In short, for us, sacred ground abounds in that there city!

Our first stop was to the Joseph Smith family home…

I had no idea that they had orange construction cones and caution tape clear back in the early 1800s… it really does go to show you what a great invention duct tape was!

Y’all… now that’s a sink if I’ve ever seen one!!

I wanted to take a nap on that bed… but everyone was looking at me funny like… it looked cleaner than some of the hotel rooms I stayed in!

An actual Bible opened to James from the early 1800s… I bet it was hard to turn the pages with that glass case sitting on it.  They really did have it hard back in the olden days…

After taking a tour of the houses, the barns, and the grounds, it was time to head into the Sacred Grove.  They let you walk through the Sacred Grove by yourself… at your leisure, which I appreciated because talking in the actual grove seemed like such a waste… there was definitely a strong spirit there and Madre and I walked through it for a good hour and then sat on a bench in silence for another 30 minutes.  Madre said she wouldn’t mind pitching a tent and staying the night… then I reminded her of my failed sleep in the cabin attempt and she quickly changed her mind.

We’re playing a game… Where’s the Palmyra Temple… kind of like Where’s Waldo but without Waldo since he’s napping.

From there we also saw the Grandin Building and Peter Whitmer’s home.  We missed out on the Hill Cumorah because we got some ill-advised advice and then were dumb and didn’t plan our time wisely… but we did drive past it.  I am blessed to have had the experience to visit such sacred places.  We were lucky, in that it was a rainy day that day, but all the while we were walking through the grove, not a raindrop fell… not a one.  When we got back into the car, it began again.

Have a great weekend, friends.  Next week cometh beforeth thou knowest!  Enjoy the last weekend in October!

 

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