vermont

Sunday morning Amy and I took off to central Vermont for a mini-escape from city life. Our trip started out with the Jeep (our vehicle for the trip) needing a jumpstart. But, as far as I can remember, that was the biggest hurdle of the trip. We drove across the back roads of Connecticut, Massachusetts, and Vermont… the scenery was literally breathtaking. Amy had found out that a brewery along the way was having their Octoberfest celebration, so naturally we stopped for that. The celebration was a full out affair – a polka band, sausage booths, keg bowling, and lots of tasty beer from the brewery. The event had the feel of small town gathering with a 5k run to start the event. Nothing like beer and sausage after a 5k run… unfortunately we arrived a little too late to partake in the running portion of the event – damn. But, the beer and sausage was waiting. Before I move on, I must say… the sausage at this place was UNREAL… in fact I haven’t been able to stop talking about it since I had my first bite. The brand was Kayem and it was some sort of pale ale soaked sausage, injected with chedder cheese… jesus. I was on the phone with the sausage company this morning trying to figure out how to get my hands on some. After eating all the sausage I could get my hands we went over the keg bowling hill and rolled some empty kegs at old bowling pins. Amy knocked down more than I did. whatever.

On the road again, we made our way through the colorful hills and to our destination Brookfield, VT - Town of twelve hundred. We rolled in and stopped at the bed and breakfast we were staying at… happily greeted by the inn keeper, and shown the grounds. The place was very nice and had the feel of a home. The kitchen was warm with freshly baked goods (I know this all sounds corny, but this is how it was – straight out of a movie). The town was really small and wasn’t much in the way of shops or stores… but we were about 15mins away from Montpelier (the smallest US capital). Sunday night we ventured into Montpelier, after I turned around from missing the exit (must have blinked), and went to grab dinner from the restaurant run by the New England culinary institute and then to see a movie. The movie theater was straight out of a time machine. One screen and the guy who takes your money is the same guy who gives you popcorn and operates the film projector.

The whole trip had the feel of a small town country adventure… The following day was spent slowly making our way back to NYC. We took the smallest, slowest, back roads we could find.

The rest of the photos can be found on my vermont flickr photo set