Wednesday, August 29, 2012

A Much Too Short Weekend: Montpelier, VT

True story: I have been delayed on posting because I keep wanting to post about Vermont, and just haven't done it.  So, without (any more) delay, our trip to Montpelier, capitol of Vermont and home to our friends James and Emily:

August 10, 2012: New York, NY to Montpelier, VT
On the subway in the morning.
I left work early on Friday, thanks to our last summer Friday of the year.  I hadn't really taken advantage of them this year, so I was glad to be spending the final one really enjoying myself.  I took the train up from Grand Central, and met Roger and Rob at the Harlem station.  Cece picked the three of us up in Peekskill, and after a quick stop at my parents' house to get my sleeping pad and blankets, we all headed north to New England.  We hit some pretty bad traffic once we got to Connecticut, and because we were so delayed, had to stop for dinner on the way.  James suggested we go to Harpoon Brewery in Windsor.  It turned out to be a great choice - the food, beer, and atmosphere were all awesome.  I had a pumpkin beer (because apparently I can't be in New England without pretending it's autumn) and some really delicious clam chowder.  I wish we'd been able to go for a brewery tour or even just hang out there longer, but it was getting late and we still had a way to go to get to James and Emily's house in Montpelier.
Me at Harpoon Brewery.
We didn't hit traffic the rest of the way, and ended up getting to Montpelier around 10pm, a few hours after Dave had arrived.  It was great to catch up with everyone, and we hung around for a while before heading to bed.

August 11, 2012: Montpelier, VT

View from the Hubbard Park Tower.
We started our Saturday at a really wonderful coffee-shop, Capitol Grounds, and walked around Montpelier before getting breakfast at the Montpelier Farmers Market.  The market was really nice, and had a good balance of groceries and prepared foods.  The New England Culinary Institute was giving out some really delicious fried green tomatoes, and that was a lot of fun.

We walked around Montpelier some more, passing the government buildings where Emily works, and walking through Hubbard Park and up the tower there.  I was pretty amazed at how quickly we went from town to nature, and that was around the moment when I decided I should probably move to Vermont.
On the way to the lake.

We went back to the house after that, because Emily had to go to a meeting in New York.  The rest of us picked up supplies for a picnic at Hunger Mountain, a really lovely coop, and headed to a local park for lunch and some swimming.  We talked about renting one of the kayaks there, but ended up just hanging around for a while before heading back to Montpelier for drinks at the Three Penny Taproom.  It had a really nice, quiet vibe (Roger was especially excited to see people working on laptops there), and the beer selection was great.  That evening, we grilled sausages for dinner and played board games until 2am.  That's about when I decided I should definitely move to Vermont.

Sunday, August 12, 2012: Montpelier, VT to New York, NY

We ended our weekend with a final meal together at the Skinny Pancake, which I loved, even though some of my travel companions didn't.  I had the Noah's Ark, and the highlight was definitely the frumple cakes, which they describe as "a sweet crêpe cooked briefly, then twisted into a light pile of pancake, topped with powdered and cinnamon sugar."  They were light and delicious, and perfect with the local eggs and bacon.  One of my favorite things about the weekend was how focused every place we went seemed to be on supporting local farms and people in the town.  It felt friendlier and happier than anyone I'd been in a while, and I loved that.

Emily, Roger, and Rob outside of Rivendell Books.
We wandered around Rivendell Books, where (after years of talking about it!) I finally bought a used copy of the Moosewood Cookbook.  It seemed like the perfect souvenir of a very happy weekend.  I drove Cece's car home, because she wasn't feeling well, and she, Rob, Roger and I grabbed hibachi before taking the train back to the city.  It's worth noting that as soon as we got on the bus in Harlem, the demeanor of everyone had noticeably changed, and people were suddenly cranky about our bags, packed together like the sad sardines we are.  Much of the time, I love living here, but on that particular Sunday evening, I couldn't think of anywhere I'd rather be less.

So, of course, another trip up to see our friends is in the works for the fall!  Can't wait!

1 comment:

  1. That sounds like the perfect trip!, I think Ian has the same orange backpack from the first photo haha!