My Grandpa Lambert worked for the Rutland Railroad in Alburgh, Vermont, about a five minute drive from the Canadian border. That’s where my father was born and grew up. So my ties to Vermont are actually blood ties. I am not sure if that has anything to do with the fact that when I cross the border into Vermont, I tend to decompress and feel more peaceful internally.
|This is a photo of my Grandpa's baseball team. George is the adult sitting on the bottom step in the front on the right. |
I come from a long line of baseball lovers, too.
Most likely, this has more to do with me feeling good about Vermont: The largest city in Vermont is Burlington, which is located an hour due south of Alburgh. It is a city of approximately 42, 000 people, which makes it about the same size as the city I grew up in – Middletown, Ohio – although Middletown does have a few more people. Burlington is the most populous city in Vermont, while there are 17 cities larger than Middletown in Ohio. That leaves room in Vermont for a lot of this:
Of course, it doesn’t mean that these kind of scenes don’t exist in Ohio. They do. But in Vermont, it's that in between those rural scenes are just more of those rural scenes with picturesque little towns sprinkled around. I love it!
Now and then you see a sign that makes a human heart and a pug heart skip a beat. It looks like this:
Our trip to Vermont this time was prompted by Greg finding a bed & breakfast in West Rutland, Vermont, called The Paw House Inn. The Paw House caters to dogs and dog-people. It’s a great place to stay if you love dogs and travel with a dog.
Olive the pug had a great time there as did we. Unfortunately, I had a brain fart while there and neglected to take my camera down to breakfast so I have no photos of the Inn Dog, Stanley, a friendly, but serious little terrier mix who helped to greet us and make us feel right at home. You can see a nice photo of Stanley sitting on a big yellow chair on the inn's website. Click here.
Stanley and Olive saw eye to eye and that was a good thing. The seven other dogs who were there at the time were all bigger than pug-sized. No matter. They all got along fine. Well, there were a few episodes of barking and showing off, but mostly there was a lot of face licking and butt sniffing going on. It was a peaceable kingdom of dogs.
I must have been in a haze each morning, because I got no pictures of the other dogs either. My BAD! What was I thinking????? My only excuse is that I had to come downstairs and take Olive out before I had my coffee. But I did manage a shot of the downstairs parlor with its doggie wallpaper.
Anyhow, it’s time to call it a day here. Guess what? I have a lot more photos of Vermont and hope to go through them more thoroughly soon.
I hope you all have a great weekend!