Before I overload the universe with more photos of our awesome Vermont trip, let me draw your attention to the comment section of this blog. I think I fixed it so that leaving comments will be much easier. Commenting on blogs is too much work: sign in, verify information, squint to see the word verification, get it wrong several times, lose everything you just wrote... so I installed a more user friendly comment form. So there's that. Fingers crossed that spammers stay away.
Saturday morning in Vermont was quite wet. The weather was a bit bipolar for our trip with a high of 90° and a low of 48°. The rain only lasted a few hours and the rest of the day was sunny and perfect. We spent the morning driving to the more populated town next door and then to Jay Peak.
We did some covered bridge touring, the town has a bunch of them.
And there were lots of beetles "hugging" at the Bridge of Flowers & Lights.
We decided to stop at this cute little general store for some refreshments.
And it was there in the middle of the soda aisle that Dylan peed a huge amount of urine down his legs, into his shoes, and all over that general store floor. Our first accident in public, and probably not our last.
I rushed a wet Dylan to the car to change him as Sean talked to the store owner, apologizing about the pee on her floor. The sweet woman brought out a mop and bucket and smiled at us. No worries at all, she said, I am one of fifteen children. We felt pretty bad about it and therefore spent a whole bunch of money buying stuff we didn't need. Dylan kept saying, "I'm sorry, Mama! I'm sorry!" and I held him close and told him it was an accident and that he shouldn't feel sorry. Memorable.
So then we drove up to Jay.
We went back to the cabin until the sun came out.
There is something about seeing my husband with our babies that makes me melt a thousand times. I am so madly in love with him.
Anthony brought out the ATV for Dylan, but Dylan--lover of all things with wheels--was petrified of the "big machine". So the two of us went for an awesome quad ride through fields, getting wheat spewed hard at our faces and discovering swamps and ponds hidden in the woods. I trust Anthony one thousand percent when he's behind the wheel after traveling hundreds of miles on the back of a motorcycle to Newfoundland with him, and this thing was flying. The speed limit on those dirt roads is incredibly 35MPH and we sure were going just that fast.
When we got back to the cabin, Anthony asked Dylan if he would like to go for a ride in the back of the truck. Dylan lit up like a Christmas tree.
Here is a short video of our ride:
We drove over to our friend Bob's cabin, which is seriously lacking a view.
At night, back at the cabin, our friends came over for pizza and a campfire.
There's nothing better than going to sleep smelling like campfire.