Guest Author - Brenda Potter Reynolds
We’re on our way to Vermont! The colors are just beautiful! We took the Thruway to Interstate 87 through Troy. There was a big traffic jam getting off the Thruway and also through Troy.
We took Route 7 into Vermont where it turns into Route 9. Bennington was a mess – traffic was terrible! The leaves were beautiful, though.
Everything was booked but we found a room at a bed & breakfast, the Hubble House. It was very enchanting! The couple that own it are both teachers. For breakfast they served coffee, fresh-squeezed orange juice, homemade muffins and homemade preserves, plus fruit. Yum!
We didn’t want to leave the B&B but finally did. We made a stop in town to pick up more film and then we were on our way!
We got on Route 9 and headed east. The sun was out and it was a beautiful drive, but the closer we got to Brattleboro, the less brilliant the leaves looked. I guess they were just past peak.
We drove through Bellows Falls and then up to Saxton River, where we drove up Hartley Hill. I wanted to check it out because that’s where George Morrill lived and wrote about in “Snow, Stars and Wild Honey”. We thought we found where he lived but I’m not sure. I enjoyed exploring the small town of Saxton Falls. It made the book come alive, seeing places that he mentioned in his book.
In Bellows Falls we boarded the Green Mountain Flyer. It’s a wonderful way to enjoy the foliage without having to worry about keeping your eyes on the road! It was especially exciting when we stopped on a trestle over the Brockway Mills Gorge.
For dinner, we stopped at the Miss Bellows Falls diner.
We had a nice breakfast at a small diner. The price was right too! After breakfast, we were driving around town when we noticed that the train was getting ready to leave. We got some great shots at the bridge, going over the Connecticut River (Route 103), then raced it to Brockway Gorge and Chester Depot, where we took some more photos.
When we got back to Bellow’s Falls, they were having a firemen’s parade, so we got out of town before we got blocked in. We decided to take a different route to Saxton’s Falls, a very pretty rural road. Going back up on Hartley Hill, we still weren’t sure if we had found the Morrill house, so we went back into town to ask around.
A man in the little store knew the Morrills. He said that they live out of state but still go up to the cabin occasionally.
Leaving Saxton’s Falls, we headed up to White River Junction. We stopped once, to look at a moose that a hunter had shot. The hunter said that it weighed 725 lbs. (Poor moose!)
That night at the hotel, my husband helped a woman having car trouble. It turned out that she was a stock photographer from Chicago. Hey, small world!
As much as we would have liked to have stayed longer, my husband had to get back to work. So we started home. Good-bye, Vermont!