Carol and I set out on our journey from Gananoque to Lebanon, NH, at almost noon. The day was beautiful, sunny blue sky and a few puffy clouds as we sped east along the St. Lawrence Seaway and then crossed south into the U.S.
We were making great time – Carol’s “Garmin” GPS was guiding us with its male voice on the shortest route to my Mom’s home. I was checking our route against the Road Atlas, and “Garmin” was doing great until we came to a town and it told us to get off the main road and take a country back route. Apparently there are two settings from which to choose – shortest route, and fastest route, and shortest doesn’t necessarily equate to fastest. I was having a field day trying to see where we were on the Road Atlas, because some of the roads it directed us to take weren’t even on the map! But “Garmin” was right – it was the shortest route – and it did get us eventually to routes that were on the map, and then I knew where we were again.
I’m still not used to having a GPS device directing the trip. I’m from the old school, where you plot your course on a map and write down the route if you must, or highlight it with yellow marker to refer to as you’re traveling along. Having a mechanized voice dictate my direction is still a tad bizarre to me, and my imagination sometimes wonders if it couldn’t be manipulated to drive me over a cliff or to a beam-me-up-Scotty situation.
Back into mapped territory, we were headed to pass north of Lake Champlain when we zoomed by a farm in the rural countryside. Carol said, “Oh look at that pig! Did you see it?” And I responded with “There was no pig, that was a large barrel out in the field.” We went back and forth about the pig and the barrel, and then she whipped a quick ‘U-turn’ and we zipped back to verify. Sure enough, there was a pig! I had missed seeing it – it had been so close to the fence near the road that from my vantage point it just hadn’t been seen. AND there was a barrel out in the field! A big old rusty 50-gallon drum barrel. Definitely not to be confused with a pig! We laughed and laughed and Carol snapped a shot of the pig as it ran off in sheer terror toward the barn in fear of the two crazy women looking at it like they were seeing pork chops! We sure put the terror in that poor pig! And we enjoyed great laughter in the process.
We took Interstate 89 south and stopped in Montpelier for an hour where I checked email and Carol window-shopped. It’s quite an upscale New England town, being the capitol city of Vermont. The capitol building gleams with a gold painted dome top, and the downtown is lined with fancy shops and restaurants. There is a college in town, and a culinary art school. It’s a truly happening place.
“Garmin” directed us back onto the interstate, and we finished the last hour of travel down to my Mom’s, arriving at about 7 p.m. From there we went promptly to ‘Jesse’s Restaurant’ in Hanover – and ate large meals of steak, sweet potato and squash! Delicious and hearty New England fare. It was great to be home!
Carol was planning on returning to Gananoque the next morning, so we outlined a list of not-to-be-missed things to show her in the area before she left, and hit the hay.