Kevin and I planned a stop this morning at Cabot Creamery, a farm-family owned cooperative since 1919. Vermont produces wonderful cheeses, particularly cheddars, and we wanted to taste a few. As we were waiting in the parking lot for the visitor center to open, we started to chat with an interesting couple from Moscow, Idaho. The woman commented on the RV and was intrigued that I travel with a cat. She also travels with her cat, but in a car, and had never considered the possibility of owning an RV.
We made a quick detour to the north to visit a concentration of covered bridges. Mosquitos were vicious, but the locals were friendly. One gentleman who had lived in the Northeast Kingdom all his life offered to take our photograph and pointed us in the direction of another bridge. Another man called to us from his truck, commented on my Colorado license plate and noted that his daughter lives in Colorado. We found three of the bridges and even drove the RV through the last one.
|School House Bridge|
|Sarah and Kevin at the Chamberlin Bridge|
|Miller's Run Bridge|
|Mount Washington Cog Railway|
Kevin is a train nut, and was in his element. The weather deteriorated as we climbed, and the visibility at the top was only 50 feet. That was fitting for Mount Washington, however, home of the world’s worst weather. We had a great time anyway and enjoyed the ride.
|Climbing Through the Raindrops|
|The View On the Way Down|
Tonight we parked the RV in front of the ski house that belongs to Jane’s sister Mary. Located in Sugar Hill, New Hampshire, the house was just a short drive from the Cog Railway. Thanks, Mary.