I’m exhausted from two weeks of agony and uplift in Charleston. Here are three days in Stowe, Vermont.
We (Lou, Deb, Tony, Sharon, and I) started at 11 a.m. on Saturday June 27. Except for construction slow-downs we had an uneventful ride until the very end.
We made a brief stop at the Cabot outlet in Waterbury (yet another town named for the people who escaped Connecticut) for tastings of the many varieties of cheese. Most don’t appear in stores. The place also offered popcorn and a couple of types of dip with yummy crackers. Deb bought garlic and herb cheese and some crackers. I bought the Seriously Sharp and a $9 bottle of Chilean pinot noir. Thank you, low taxes! Sharon and I floated through the pewter store into the connected chocolate venue, but she didn’t find any with high enough cocoa butter percentage so we passed. Alex, driving separately, caught up with us in the parking lot and then beat us to the lodge.
Stowe is cute, as might be expected of an upscale ski place. The town evicted McD’s but allows Subway (and I discover from an online search, D&D). The main drag is experiencing serious chaos with road repair and building construction, though the more westerly section where we stayed is settled with restaurants, a hotels, a convenient deli, and lots of other places to spend money.
As we approached the Hob Knob Inn, which is built on a hill, we saw a terrified young deer struggling to run up the bank, its back legs obviously broken. I looked across the road and saw a dog in hot pursuit of another deer. Pretty sure the dog had chased the poor injured creature into the road.
Alex said the deer wasn’t there when he pulled in perhaps three minutes ahead of us, so the coward had just driven away. We let the owner know. Sharon walked down the drive and came back a few minutes later. The deer was dead and a man with a game license had received permission from the warden to remove the carcass. We agreed it was not an auspicious start to the weekend but vowed it would get better.
After checking in we went to the Crop, a restaurant/brewery where we learned 1) police had killed one of the escaped murderers who were not far across Lake Champlain; and 2) President Obama rocked the eulogy for the Reverend Clementa Pinkney. Later we learned that the Supreme Court had overturned bans on same-sex marriage.
We returned to the inn, where Sharon and I watched some of USA vs. China in women’s soccer, then Obama’s eulogy. It had everything – passion, love, political analysis, religion, humor, sadness, and that song! I’m checking out the text because I missed a word or two here and there and want to keep a written record.
Bedtime reading was The Woman in White. Even though I did a “What I’m Reading Now” on it, I’m still less than half way through because I only read it when I’m on the road. It’s still plugging along, almost Rashomon-like though with less violence and lots of gothic twists. It probably isn’t the best book to read before falling asleep, but I’m still enjoying it.