Let’s see if I can write this before I zonk out. I am SO TIRED. I think there’s a possibility I am adventured out. I am not getting anywhere near as much sleep as I thought I’d get this vacation. Maybe the people that say you’ll sleep when you’re dead are correct? Who knows.
But, we are not here to talk about sleeping, or the lack thereof. Today, we are here to talk about ADVENTURES!
Dad and I like to have at least one adventure while I’m home. We’ve done things like go to museums and fish hatcheries and movies. We have, in other words, done pretty much everything there is to do here in the North Country. So this time, we discussed what we could do. We WERE going to eat food on a boat (there’s this boat-tour of the Adirondacks thing) but neither of us were in the mood for that.
“Ever been to Vermont?” Dad asked.
“Flew out of the airport once,” I said. “I think that’s it.”
“Well, let’s take a trip to Burlington!”
I was up for it. A new(ish) state! That is quite an adventure. Mom said the shopping would not be the most fun, because she’d been there and the shops in the area where we were going were VERY expensive. I still had high hopes of souvenirs and/or fun crap. I do like to buy fun things.
Dad showed up very early in the morning and we made our way to Vermont. It is quite a long drive. Two and a half hours. We saw many exciting things, like pretty houses and wildlife (turkeys! eagles!) and many of these:
We have lots of windmills up here. Dad thinks they are annoying. I think they’re pretty and stately and look sentient and like they’re going to take over the world someday.
(They are apparently to make windpower. Dad thinks they’re some sort of government plot to take over the world. Of course he does.)
Once we got to Burlington, we had trouble finding parking but eventually triumphed with Dad only getting a LITTLE crabby. Burlington is pretty and not huge and very collegey. Dad wanted to go to a brewpub he’d been to once with Mom. I was cool with that, because I was hungry. It was also a very pretty day, and we could sit outside and eat.
There were strangely anatomically correct lion statues outside of the pub. What’s that? Yes, of course I took a photo for you. What do you take me for?
I don’t know how well you can see this, but for some reason, this lion had solid-gold balls. Dad just rolled his eyes when I said, “Stop! I NEED TO TAKE A PHOTO OF GOLDEN LION-BALLS!”
We then walked over to the little shopping area. It’s about four blocks long and all cobblestoney and no cars can drive there, and there are little shops on either side.
“Dad, we are looking at a lot of jewelry and random fun crap today. This will probably annoy you,” I said.
“Grumble grumble fine,” said Dad.
We went into a few shops when we realized, much to our eye-rolling annoyance, Mom was right. The prices were kind of insane. I found some fun things, but I could get the same things on Etsy for a fraction of the price. (I might be a little obsessed with Etsy.)
I bought myself a necklace and a pendant, one gift for someone, and gave up on shopping. Dad also was getting frustrated with looking at all the jewelry. “That is ugly. That would make you look like a crazyperson. No one likes that one,” he said. (Side note: do not take Dad along the next time you’re accessory shopping, Amy.)
There were some MOST EXCELLENT photo ops, however. “You are NOT going to put these on the interwebs for strangers, Amy,” Dad said.
Oh, yes, I am, Dad. Yessirree.
This is me being a bear outside of City Hall. RAWR!
And this is me being a deer with very prestigious horns.
Then we decided to go home, so home we went. We went on the ferry this time.
And back to camp I went! And now I am very tired from a day of walking and talking and driving and mostly unsuccessful shopping and adventuring to new states.
Few more things to do before my drive home on Sunday – visiting my grandmother, possible Helper Mule meeting (Dad isn’t sure about this one, and it’s not like I can waltz up to Rooster’s house all, “Hi, Rooster, remember me, I met you when I was about 8? I WANT TO MEET HELPER MULE!”) and dinner and a play with Mom tomorrow night. Then Sunday morning, it’s back to Albany for me and Dumbcat. It should be a much cooler drive, I think. I’ll hope there’s no carrier-peeing for my furry buddy.
Happy evening to you all! Back soon with more adventures…then it’s back to real life for me! This is both sad and good, all at once. As vacations ending are.