Fall colors

Yes, she made it over the fence.. right into R’s arms. I think she squealed too. I was *this* close to asking them to hang out with us all day. Just full of laughter they were and a good spirit surrounding them.

We finished up the trail and walked back to the car.

On the way, we spotted this bridge/gate/entrance which I asked R to try out.

And when we finally arrived home to our room, there was a small raspberry birthday cake waiting for us. Yes, we ate it all. Only because we couldn’t take it home and didn’t want it to go to waste. Really. We were being extremely selfless in our actions.

The next day our flight didn’t leave until the evening, which ended up being cancelled and us staying an extra night. If we had known that was going to happen, we’d have rerouted our last hours.

So we drove north to the Vermont/Massachusetts border and walked along the Robert Frost trail. Anytime I think of Frost, I always revert back to my almost collision with the Grandaddy Spider of year 2000’s descendant. He almost got me, but I’ve been on my toes since that fateful day in my basement bedroom. Click here to read.

We started on the paved trail, but after I ran into the woods for a potty break (R had to keep watch for cyclists, and counted down 10 seconds as a couple were coming), I spotted an unpaved trail through the woods. Talk about less travelled! ┬áIt was absolutely crucial to do this one and on we went…

…All the way until we found the official Robert Frost Trail mailbox. You know, for you to send letters to ole Bob.

So, I left one.

Hey Bobby, I took the road less travelled a few years back and I’m still itching from that rash. Thanks for that, Carolyn.

I figured he wanted feedback on that poem, you know. Better late than never.

On our way out, we gave one last glance to the Vermont countryside and headed home. We will be back to this part of the country again, you can count on it.