When we got here to Killington last night, it was dark; we couldn’t see anything; the hotel was less than we had hoped. It didn’t set the mood well.
When we got up this morning, though, it was a whole new world. Killington is about 2,500 feet; the top of the mountain is around 4,300 feet. Houston, by contrast, is 55 feet above sea level. Humidity here non-existent.
The mountains are blazing with color. I love Fayetteville, but these are actual MOUNTAINS, not an eroded plateau.
We took a gondola lift to the top of the mountain. Many, many mountain bikers here enjoying the beautiful riding weather and fabulous leaf show.
We drove down to Rutland, Vermont, a very picturesque little town (that nonetheless actually has modern conveniences like Walgreen’s, CVS, Denny’s, and yes, the dreaded Wal-Mart….
We ate at an Applebee’s-esque restaurant (New England chain) called “99”, after its original restaurant at 99 State Street in Boston.
While in the restaurant, I was stopped by a guy in a Syracuse sweatshirt. “You guys (Arkansas) have a GREAT team! We were all pulling for you!” (“youse”).
We left Rutland on US 7 and headed north, to Vermont 73, a scenic route through the Green Mountain National Forest. Beautiful, just beautiful.
Tomorrow, we’re going back to Rutland for breakfast, then we’ll cross into New York and head up I-87, the Adirondack Northway, past Lake George. cutting across to Ft. Ticonderoga, then back into Vermont for another trek through Green Mountain National Forest.
I think I got some nice snaps today; I’ll put a representative sample on here, then a link for the rest for anyone who has the interest.
^^View out our front door
Dad’s first ride on a ski lift
Where is my friend Scott Hamilton when you need him?
Mary’s up there watching out for us with her blue dress on (over door)
We would’ve stopped, but they were closed.
“But vere is Squirrel?”---Boris Badanoff (or maybe it just refers to one of my sister’s old boyfriends?
That’s higher than 55, right?