When the girls were little we spent two weeks in Maine. Julie flew up to join us for the second week. At the end of our time there we put Julie on a plane in Portland and headed home in an ancient (25 yrs. +) giant Dodge pick-up with a kayak on the roof.
It was late afternoon drove straight west through New Hampshire and into Vermont and crashed into a tiny mom and pop motel. We had no idea where we were (Visually. I was a geography major I knew where we were.). We got up at the crack of dawn and drove around a bend only to find the earth open before us as we emerged from the forest and were overlooking miles and mile of overlapping mountain ranges. This night and morning has always been some kind of milestone in my life. I don’t know why. I never thought that I’d see it again.
Yesterday morning we drove around a bend and the same vista opened before me! It turns out the Ernie had a similar experience and was moved by just being there. Wow!
(I now know that we stayed in the Molly Stark Motel and that the spot is called Hogback Mountain west of Brattleboro, VT on Rt. 9.)
A bit further west we stopped to photograph the sea smoke rising from a pond surrounded with fall colors. My camera didn’t do it justice, but Ernie shot some beautiful stuff. I got a shot of Ernie shooting this pond.
The highlight of the day was when we crossed into New York and hapened across Joanne Tarbox opening her farm stand east of Troy. We stopped and asked if we could shoot the farm and she invited us to make ourselves at home while she uncovered her beautiful display of mums and pumpkins. While Ernie shot we chatted about milk prices and the hardship of running a dairy farm. She explained that they now raise steers to supplement their income. With the local food movement this has been very successful for them. They plan to soon pasteurize their own milk and sell independently to avoid the price fixing and government programs that keep milk price depressed.
Later she opened her 1830 corn crib and shared her quilts. We had a great conversation and a bit of her story in a beautiful place. I truly hope to drop in on Mrs. Tarbox, her cows and her friendly cat again.
That’s it. We were on the road over 19 hours yesterday and awoke this morning with our wives and children.