vermont

We wandered north and made our first pitstop in a tiny town called Milford, New Hampshire. I met a wonderful woman on my hiking retreat last year and she owns a gift shop in the center of town. We surprised her with a visit before heading over to the library to get more directions, which has been the vain of our existence. Next stop was the longest covered bridge in the United States. My family was overexcited to visit such a wondrous site. Not. Then we headed north to the King Arthur Flour Company much to the shagrin of cynical Andrew and Alan who viewed King Arthur Flour as a bouchois tourist trap. We finally headed two hours north to Stowe, Vermont. It's a charming ski resort with quaint churches and ski resorts dating back a number of years. We had dinner at Gracie's, where the theme was dogs, dogs, dogs. Apparently Gracie was the owner's beloved dog and they dedicated the restaurant to her. There were dog curtains, pictures of dogs, and actual dogs on the patio. We actually missed Lucy. Next stop: Ben & Jerry's and Cabot cheese. A dairy extraveganza.