Traveling down some of Vermont’s backroads are what I love to do the most when I’m home. There’s no telling what you’ll see. Perhaps a wild animal, friendly dairy cows, a fisherman throwing out a line, or how about some odd signs. There’s nothing like being “lost” on some old dirt road and having to come to a stop, stick it in reverse and take a good ole ponder.
Here are a few of my favorites from my last trip back to the Green Mountain State!
Have you come across any great little spots such as these?
…checked out the camps…
…wished I owned a camp…
…took photos of the camps…
…and wished I owned a camp.
Did I mention I’d really like to have a camp on a lake? Maybe someday. This may be my spot.
At one point, Green Mountain Man had hooked a good one for me and when I went to reel it in I knew it hadn’t been a little tiny fish like we had been catching (see above). So I’m reeling it in, Green Mountain Man goes to grab the net and then that darn fish jumped and unhooked himself. Gasp! The disappointment! It’s all good though because they were biting left and right and although a little on the smaller side, it’s the fun of being out there!
