ahhhh yes, we were also there the last week of September in 2014, and I'd say we both timed it perfectly--Killington(we stayed at the Comfort Inn there on Killington Rd), NEK,RT 114, RT 232, Rt 100, Rt 4--what color that year!!--btw, courtmel, as you obviously know by now, there is no more drought, Vermont's been getting socked this monthcourtmel wrote:Hi there CTlady and fellow forum peeps,
We are planning our annual pilgrimage to Vermont (God's country) for either the last week of September or the first week of October. We have had visits where it rained 75% of the time which is no fun when you goal is sightseeing...One of the most colorful years was the last week in September 2014. I thought we hit it just right. With our drought situation, I am wondering what Mother Nature has in store for us this autumn. Any comments would be taken with a grain of salt but very appreciated!!! Also, we usually stay in Killington and do day trips from there. Any suggestions for a different area to plop down in? I wouldn't mind being closer to Polly's Pancakes even though (bite my tongue) it is in NH. Nothing makes me smile as much as a sunny autumn day having lunch at the Rochester Cafe especially if they are serving their to die for Corn Chowder soup. We are not big shoppers, so being near the outlets don't mean that much to us. I can't believe SOX closed up. Now that was my type of store.
I can't wait for the most beautiful time of the year! I am blessed to live in New England.
Ahh, CT! I think this is why you will be endeared to me forever!ctyanky wrote:I brought down my fall décor last night. I hope I can wait until after Labor Day to jolt the neighborhood out of their summer complacency with foliage wreaths, mums and everything autumn!
As of now, my most likely arrival will be the 10th.
I was prepared to delegate some things and be there for the first week of October but, we are launching a new product and I need to be here.
Looking forward to Vermont but, even more, looking forward to getting my timing right, soon, and getting to meet you fine people.
I know! I doubt I will be able to escape earlier as the product is expected to launch on or about the 5th.
We are planning a family vacation for the first week of October next year so, I hope that I can meet up with everyone for a few hours one morning.
For this year, I am (as usual) wandering Southern Vermont so, I am hopeful that a few of the leaves still cling to the trees by then.
I have been so busy that I am not sure if I posted much at all of last year but, the foliage stayed nicely on the trees but, the weather was an issue. It always is so, perhaps it is best our travels do not overlap. See what I mean:
I left home at 9 PM, arrived at the Old First Church a bit before 6 AM the next morning. I was greeted by foreboding gray clouds that yielded nothing of use. As intermittent rain and clouds persisted, I tried to shoot the covered bridge on the green at Arlington. The clouds, as is their way when I am around, waited to part until the sun was well into the sky.
Deciding to make lemonade, I played Stratton's gorgeous golf course. 18 holes later, I changed back into hiking gear and drove north to Goshen and the Great Cliff. As I climbed toward the Great Cliff, the sky (AGAIN) grew ominous and opened up. Deciding that lightning and mountains are a bad combination and fearful of a nighttime descent on wet rocks in the dark, I abandoned the hike and headed back. I was now at 24 hours without sleep and decided, perhaps, a bit of sleep was in order.
I slept 8 hours and got up and headed out in the pre-dawn cold. I went to Ball Dam (under construction as it was being converted to hydroelectric) and moved on to the Scott Bridge on the West River. Both resulted in boring shots.
The sun now being high, my mistress called me and I was soon playing the links again.
Done with my 18 holes of golf, I drove to Hogback Mountain. With the sun still high, the shots were boring and I didn't love the view (nice on the eye but, perhaps, to an uncreative sort, less so through the lens) and I drove to Bennington. Or so I thought...
So worried about not being killed by traffic at the Hogsback Mountain shop, I went back the way I came and was surprised to see signs for Brattleboro. Upbraiding myself with numerous words, some four letters and most of the others derived from four letter words (if profanity was held in the same esteem as poetry, my grave should be as well visited as is Robert Frost's grave in Bennington), I turned around and promptly got stuck behind an overloaded and under-engined truck that was heading into the mountains. Fortunately, a kind man from Massachusetts tried to help me save gas by trying to see if he could get his bumper to touch mine and push me up the hill, ignoring that my speed was ruled more by the swaying jitney to my front than any law of man.
After I was able to stop (and exchanged some warm gestures and words of thanks with the gentleman from the Bay State), I checked my weather app. Seeing what appeared to be a weather report from the movie The Perfect Storm, I decided that the following day looked not at all good for additional adventures and a retreat was in order. Packing up my gear, I climbed back into the car and started to head home.
As the sun was setting and I had a moment, I stopped at the Old First Church to get a few more pictures in. The light was perfect. Not the light from the sky (though it was good too) but the light from the lighters of a family of human chimneys who, in an homage to Native American customs, brought tobacco offerings to the graveyard. As they endeavored to smoke most of a carton, I waited patiently at my camera as they stood at the corner of the church for twenty minutes (and as many cigarettes). As the last light left the sky, they decided that they had enjoyed enough of Vermont's clean and crisp air and they piled back into their vehicle and departed.
I walked over to, I assumed, clean up their butts only to find nothing on the ground. Ghost smokers? A new form of apparition known only to Vermont? Or, so fully engaged in their smoking had they eaten the filters so as to waste nothing? I will never know. But, I must give them credit as they may have sullied my images, they did not do so to the ground.
With that, I packed away my gear, turned around at the graveyard gates to see Vermont doning the gray shroud she had worn at my arrival just 36 hours earlier and I departed. As I crossed the border into New York, I wanted to cry. Perhaps for an opportunity squandered, perhaps for the putt I left hanging on the lip on the seventh green of the Mountain course or perhaps in realization that I was facing a 10 hour drive home and had only slept 8 hours out of the last 47. It is hard to say.
But, as the Walmart in Troy reminded me that I was no longer in Vermont, my mind turned to coming back in a year, "The Road Not Taken" came to mind and the scent of ghostly gas station cigarettes briefly wafted about.
"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:"
We really didn't need it (1.5+" north of St Johnsbury). All of which fell in less than an hour causing washouts.wentworth wrote:Northeast Kingdom got creamed this evening with heavy rain--nice to see
The rest of New England really needs it.
Is Wednesday ok for you MMVT?
She would NEVER get up for us.
If it sounds too good to be true, its probably . . . .
Beauty sleep..... gondola..... beauty sleep ......gondola......
And yes, Carol has all the "dirt" on me. She blackmailed me on this one!
But if you share your secrets, I'll share mine. So next time you are in Vermont, you can blackmail me to get on those pre-dawn photoshoots of yours and let me go shopping en route!
Really, I wish you were joining us this season. You're so much fun.