Day 51 – Brattleboro, Vermont

I’m told that we’re in the state of Vermont; I’m really glad that Geri and Don are able to discern exactly where we are, ‘cause all of these states look the same to me.  They’re all really green and woodsy, with houses hiding in the trees so that you can hardly see some of them.  It’s all very pretty, don’t get me wrong, and it’s much better than West Texas.  At least they have lots of grass here.

We got off to a little later than usual start this morning, principally due to Navigator Geri’s decision to research her Mountain Books just before we were going to leave.  Her studies indicated that the route that Don had chosen would effectively replicate trying to take the coach to the summit of Mount Everest, or at least McKinley, several times before reaching our destination.  Don thinks she’s still smarting from the backlash she got five or six years ago when she planned a route through Pennsylvania that incorporated a number of steep grades that eighteen-wheelers consciously avoided.  He hasn’t let her forget that she had neglected to consult her Mountain Books when she picked that route. 

So, we proceeded north on a I-89, a lovely freeway, until we hit I-91, another fine road, and proceeded south until we got to Brattleboro.  We checked into a very nice KOA Park, and got a nice, wide, grassy site with all the needed utilities.  After getting the rig set up, we loaded into the truck and went down the road to Brattleboro.  Don and Geri had been here before, maybe fifteen or so years ago, and Don remembered the town as sort of down-at-the-heels, needing some revitalization.  Well, I guess they got it; the downtown area is very attractive and busy, lots of apparently thriving businesses, and some beautiful older homes in the area near the business district.  Looked pretty good to me! 

We drove up a road along a river near the town, and found a covered bridge that our pamphlet said was the longest covered bridge in the state that was still in use.  It was very narrow, and so could serve traffic one way only, which meant that you had to wait at the end of the bridge until you could see that there was no traffic coming through from the other end, then scoot through it.  We did that, and wound up on a road called

East West Road

, which we figured was different from

West East Road

.  The road took us to a very small community called Dummersville; Don said that we’d have to look tomorrow to find Dumville.  We soon found our way back to the KOA, stopping first at a farm stand where Geri and Don shopped for some goodies, including some watermelon for me. 

Dinner was some wonderful ravioli that we had brought from home, resulting in some outstanding plates for me.  After dinner, Don and I went outside to the picnic table, set up the TV that we had gotten from Mike in Winchester, brought the computer out to the table and worked on the blog.  I could get used to this!  Don says we’re going touring in the countryside tomorrow, which is always fun.  He says he’s not posting any pictures tonight, but will put a bunch up tomorrow after our tour.  Hope you enjoy them!  Ta-Ta for now!