On Friday we knocked off something off my bucket list.
Way back before I knew what a bucket list was, and before I ever thought I would actually LIVE in Vermont, I wanted to take a train ride through Vermont in the fall. I don't know where this came from. Probably my particular mix of nostaligia, Anne-of-Green-Gables-esque romance, idealism, and my love of American geography/history came together to form this idea that it would be the quintessential fall experience.
Of course, I couldn't live here for 4 years without it. Friday we made it happen. Dave worked nights all week so he was off on Friday. (Well technically he got home from work at 6 on Friday morning and went to sleep until it was time to go.) We had to drive a couple hours to the depot, and the ride was a little bit shorter than we thought it was going to be, but it was the perfect length for the kids. We had a great time and it was every bit as fun as I hoped, even though it was a bit past peak colors.
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| Waiting at the Depot |
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| Jack with his shiner. |
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| Along the Connecticut River |
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| We drove over this cool waterfall and gorge. |
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| These pictures don't do it justice. |
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| The Green Mountain Flyer |
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| At the Train Station. We got to watch them change engines. |
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| My beautiful girl with her maple stick. |
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| Enjoying the ride |
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| This house used to be a major stage coach station on the route from Montreal to Boston. |
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| Even Katie loved it. |
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| This covered bridge was rebuilt last year after Hurricane Irene washed it out. Can you believe how high the water was? Seriously, that was a crazy storm for the Green Mountain State. |
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| Another covered bridge. |
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| Ana's turn behind the camera. |
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| Pretty trees. And this is PAST peak season. |
