I began dreaming of one day visiting Vermont sometime around 1987 when I first saw the movie Baby Boom. Why a seven year old living in Texas would become obsessed with a film about a workaholic New Yorker who gives up the “rat race” to move to rural Vermont to make gourmet baby food, I’m not sure. It does help explain why I missed out on a whole slew of 80′s childhood classics like Goonies though. Luckily my husband shares my love of the Green Mountain State, and with good reason. He grew up there. A slightly more solid reason than Diane Keaton and episodes of Newhart, but whatever. While neither of us are quite ready to follow J.C. Wiatt’s lead and pack it in, buy a Wagoneer, and head north for good, we did agree a short trip to Vermont last week sounded perfect.
I’ve only been to Vermont a few times. Once during high school to look at colleges, and then again with Jolian to visit his hometown of Montpelier and to go camping in Brattleboro. For this trip though, I did my research, and by research I mean googling “cutest towns in Vermont.” Everyone seemed to agree Woodstock, VT was where it’s at. There’s a river and a brook running through town, beautiful architecture dating back to the 1800s, a covered bridge, a good number of restaurants and shops in town, skiing nearby, and one of the prettiest inns I’ve ever stayed at. Words like charming and quaint don’t even begin to do it justice. To top it off, Christmas decorations were still up around town. Wreaths and garland hung on every window and door, twinkly lights on everything, including the covered bridge. I’m a sucker for twinkly lights. It was a great little trip. Check out my pictures below. I threw in some of Gus because I couldn’t help myself.
On our way back to New York, we stopped and had lunch in the tiny, adorable town of Grafton, which was second on my list of “Vermont’s cutest towns.” Just when we thought it couldn’t get any more picturesque, we looked out the window of the cafe, the snow falling, covering everything in a thick blanket of white, and saw a red cardinal sitting on a bird feeder. I mean, come on! For real? It was like looking at the scene on a holiday card. It’s hard to make out, but I took a picture of it below. As you can see, Gus loved it all.