Pennsylvania and New York have some lovely forests along I-84, but it is still an Interstate. We got off and headed north on US 9W up the Hudson River valley.
We stopped for lunch at the Port Ewen Dinner. No corporate run fast food joint, it was a spotless family-run (Greek) place. Alie said her corned beef was the best she ever had. Ray had home-made soup and a huge Greek salad.
Went into Vermont known for taciturn people. Stopped for a map at the welcome center and was ignored by the two employees, no greeting, no smiles — must be a first for a state welcome center. Actually, however, everyone else we encountered was very nice.
We met friends Dan and Claudette at the circa 1790 Shoreham Inn for dinner – great old pub. Then, although it was getting dark, we went back to their wonderful post and beam house. The living room had a ceiling that had to be 30 feet high and looked out over a valley to the Green Mountains. Claudette is an artist, and her rock gardens, pond and grounds were professional quality. Dan’s 10 wooded maple acres produced 23 gallons of maple syrup this year!
Today, a missed turn took us to the simple beauty of Bridgewater and the very sophisticated beauty of Woodstock, Vermont. But we eventually got up to Route 2 across the north towards Maine. On the way, I stopped to take a picture of the swollen Connecticut River. When we were about 45 minutes outside St. Johnsbury and just about to the Maine border and the river again, a policeman stopped us and sent us back. All along the way, we had seen trees down, mud slides and parts of the road washed out but either the bridge or road was completely gone near the state line.
But it turned out great. On the way back to St. Johnsbury, we stopped to eat at the rather shabby Mooselook Restaurant. The food was good and the restaurant packed. Once again, the soup was home-made as were their donuts and about two dozen desserts. We sat at the counter and Alie made friends with Herb who was sitting next to her. Herb has lost 45 pounds (but was eating chicken-fried steak), and as near as near as I can tell, told Alie his life story. He was a Viet Nam vet who served in an area close to Ray but a year earlier. We did finally get back on US 2 in Maine and expect to enter Canada tomorrow — assuming nothing diverts our attention.
Especially for Mark, our favorite signs today were: “Hair Razor” and “Reigning Cats And Dogs.”