We shot in a place called Asheville, which is like beautiful, beautiful forests.
— Liam Hemsworth, on shooting The Hunger Games
To Come . . .
The Berkshires
The bloom of these mountains is beyond expression delightful.
— Herman Melville, describing summer in The Berkshires
The Berkshires really are delightful. The hillsides and mountains are covered with trees so thick they look like a solid mass from a distance, and roads are lined and often canopied with trees more than a hundred feet tall. All that green makes everything look cooler than it really is.
Before I arrived here five days ago, I had only a vague concept of The Berkshires. For some reason I had them in New York instead of Massachusetts. (I know, my geography sucks.) Which is why I offer this map.
I Saw a Camel in Vermont . . .
Sometimes life drops blessings in your lap without your lifting a finger. Serendipity, they call it.
— Charlton Heston
On my last day in Vermont, I decided to drive to Middlebury, about an hour south of Burlington, to see Middlebury College where Judit’s daughter graduated, and soak up some more Vermont scenery before I left the state.
A few miles north of Ferrisburgh I happened to glance to my right and that’s when I saw her.
My immediate reaction was, What a strange humpback cow. I kept on driving and my mind kept on whispering, It’s a camel, It’s a camel, It’s a camel.
I had to find out.
I made a U turn and drove back to where I had seen the humpback cow and parked across the road.
Dining in Burlington
People who love to eat are always the best people.
– Julia Child
Then I must be one of the “best people” because I love to eat!
One of the pleasures of a new city is discovering its restaurants. With Annie on a summer road trip I’m limited to those with patios that allow dogs, but a surprising number of them do, especially at Burlington’s Church Street Marketplace — four blocks of a pedestrian-only open mall lined with shops and restaurants, in downtown Burlington.
On my first day in Burlington I had fish and chips at Sweetwater’s in the Marketplace. The cod was fresh and the chips were crisp and Annie was on her mat at my feet. What more could I ask?
Burlington, You Had Me At Hello
You had me at “hello.”
— Dorothy to Jerry, in the film Jerry McGuire
When I walked into my hotel room in Burlington and saw this view, I fell in love.
The Hilton Hotel on Battery Street runs along the Waterfront on Lake Champlain. I had thought the Lake was one the Five Great Lakes. Silly me. Lake Champlain — or Lake Champagne, as the hotel telephone operator called it — is a long narrow lake separating Vermont from New York State. Look across the Lake and you see the Adirondack Mountains of New York.
Sunsets in Vermont
In the evenings I usually sat with a glass of wine in my hand and Annie on my lap and watched the sun set over the Lake. Sometimes, the sunsets rivaled those in Taos
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