Autumn in New England 2008 travel blog

Quechee Gorge

Taftsville Bridge

another bridge view

farm stand

are they real?




are they real kids?

typical home

There was an advantage to retracing some of the route through Vermont on our way to the White Mountains of New Hampshire. This time we knew where to stop. The streets of Woodstock were full of couples walking past cute shops and restaurants. We wanted to see more last Sunday, but it was too crowded to park the rig and tow car behind it. So on the way east, we left the motor home at Woodstock High School and drove into town. Woodstock seems to be a regular on the tour bus schedule; the town was full of folks with name tags. The main street was beautifully decorated with fall plants and pumpkins. Closer examination revelated that many of the shops were art galleries. Easy to resist, but fun for window shopping.

Quechee Gorge was another place that looked mighty popular on the trip west. Vermont's little grand canyon is 165 feet deep and over a mile in length and is being carved by the Ottauquechee River. This time of year the trees on the banks were turning yellow and orange. If only the sun had been out, the photos would have showed it at its best. Those with more time to spend had hiked down to the bottom and along the roiling waters.

On the way to the gorge a covered bridge caught the eye. These bridges seem like tourist come-ons when you see photos of them, but they are real and useful in the harsh New England weather. The locals drove through them, while the tourists crawled around the grounds clicking away.

A farm stand also caught our eye. At first glance it appeared that the hillside below it was full of cows, but something was wrong with the scale. As we grew closer it became clear that the herd of cows was a herd of stuffed animals, carefully arranged in a flock. This gimmick drew many folks besides us to stop. The delicious smell of corn roasting over a hot fire was also hard to resist. Maple syrup, apple doughnuts, locally made cheeses, and freshly picked apples were also palate tempters.

While we are camped in New Hampshire again and it looks like there's much to see and do here in the White Mountains, Vermont is just a short drive west across the Connecticut River. This next week may fly by.

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