Adventures in the Green Mountain State

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.

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17 responses to “Adventures in the Green Mountain State

  • cynthiaw

    You know what we call a two and half hour drive in Texas, don’t you? Going across town…

    Although, sometimes we might actually make it to another town, but driving distances are CRAZY here – you can drive 10 hours and still be in the same state. Even after 21 years, I’m not really used to it…

    Burlington sounds like some of the towns that we visited in when we were in Napa and up around Lake Tahoe – we’d go into the shops, I’d look at a few price tags, snort at them and leave. It sounds like you’re having a really good time and I love the pictures with various statuary!


    • lucysfootball

      I don’t know if I’d like such a spacious state. I like getting somewhere when I drive!

      More photos soon – I had a grand adventure today!


      • cynthiaw

        Between this and my previous adventures in New Mexico, I’m afraid that I might feel claustrophobic in the Northeast. I do like to annoy my husband by asking “are we there yet?” frequently. He also hates how often I have to go to the bathroom and often threatens to restrict my liquid. Then I have to remind him about how cranky I get when people try to tell me no.


        • lucysfootball

          What I like about the Northeast is that there’s always something new to see and discover when you’re driving. New state! Kooky houses! Weird wildlife! But then again, I’m totally biased. I love it here!


  • becomingcliche

    I’m so glad you took a photo of golden lion balls. We are two peas in a pod, no? Or is that two gonads in a scrotom? Too far?

    I hope you get to meet Helper Mule!


  • Andreas Heinakroon

    I can’t like any posts anymore (probably a conspiracy), so I’ll have to do that when I get home.

    Looks like you had a grand day out. However, I can’t refrain from pointing out that horns on deer are called antlers. Thought it better to mention it, or you might start to worry that I’m not the same annoying know-it-all I’ve always been. I still am. And it’s called being a besserwisser.


  • KB Espy (@KBEspy)

    Let’s see if this lets me comment with my Twitter account. (It wouldn’t let me using my WordPress account.)

    So, just to be helpful, not a nitpicky nudge, but deer have antlers. Cows, buffalo, and bison have horns.


  • Heather

    I cannot stop laughing at the lion’s golden balls. I’m am so juvenile. Hahaha!


  • Phayvanh Luekhamhan

    Vermont was glad to have you for a day–you were in a touristy part of town, so yeah, touristy prices. Next time you visit, come down the road to Montpelier–the only state capital without a McDonalds.


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