The quintessential town in Vermont, Woodstock.

Our travels through Vermont were directed in part by a couple we met in a campground. They mentioned the town of Woodstock, VT and said we should visit this place. This place is everything one thinks about a quintessential town in Vermont. This is the one. Woodstock is a popular destination for tourists. If the length of the waiting line at a coffee house is any indication of the popularity of a town, then we have a winner here in Woodstock. We waited about 30 minutes for our coffee, ok, maybe it was 15, but this house was pumping out some coffee and breakfast. The seating was limited.

We had our coffee and surfed the internet on the high speed connection we so crave. After about an hour of walking the streets and window shopping at the boutique shops we headed back to the bus and had lunch. It sure is nice to always have your house near.

The Plymouth Cheese Corp. This is not Cabot Cheese.

So we have heard all about it, talked about it, saw it on the shelf in HEB and now we have come to find it, Vermont Cheese.

We drove by several road signs that mention, “Fresh Eggs, Fruits, Veges, Cukes, Cheese”, but those damn signs are always right on at the facility driveway. When you are dong 50 mph down winding country roads, this bus cannot just do a 90 degree turn into a driveway. But Plymouth Cheese was better setup. They had a sign about a 1/2 mile before the entrance, so we were able to slow this beast down and find the Cheese factory.

Plymouth, VT is a very tiny tourist hot spot. There are 3 barns filled with antiques and a cheese factory. Mind you this is no ordinary cheese factory, this is not Cabot Cheese.

We parked our rig in the parking lot next to the chickens, pigs or goats and tried to get those animals to come and visit us. That was a futile effort, they were busy eating. Then we attempted to get into the Plymouth Cheese Corp, but we were turned around because did not have masks. We forgot our masks in the bus, so we went back, masked up and viola she let us in.

There wasn’t much conversation with the receptionist and us during the early part of our 5 minute stay in the factory. We walked around and took some pics of the cheese fabrication plant. All nice and stainless steel and large containers. They were not making cheese right now because, I don’t know, probably wrong time of the year. Nevertheless, we then proceeded to the counter to ask some questions. This is where things we sideways.

In my unlimited ability to ask the annoying questions, I proceeded with, “Do you like Cabot Cheese?” Unbeknownst to me, Cabot is pronounced with the T at the end, not as a French word as I did. She was confused and looked at me with an odd look of I have never heard of that cheese, so I tried again, pronouncing it the same way. A few seconds later she sternly says, “Oh, Cabot!”, with the T pronounced.

I figured she would have an answer for this question. Oh boy, I hit a hot spot. As her blood pressure started to rise and her lips tightened up, she glared at me then down and the counter and politely bellowed something to the respect of , Cabot is industrial mass produced Cheese. That is milk that is pasteurized and then the ingredients are added back into the cheese.” “Our cheese is not pasteurized. We make everything right here.”, and she went on and so did I.

I asked another question, “Where is the salsa?”. “To the left!” The answers were getting short now. I seemed to have expressed my ignorance in Cheese. I could tell from her responses that she has answered these questions 1000 times before.

I then said, “I like cheddar, do you have any?” She then said “all our cheeses are cheddar.” And then quickly stated the cheeses are on the shelf, there were several different kinds and the labels describe the each cheese. So, I proceeded to read the labels, the labels stated how long they were aged, the name of the cheese and maybe the prominent ingredient in each cheese. So not really what I was hoping for. I was expecting a more verbose description, so I asked her some more questions.

One cheese had truffles in it, I asked what are truffles? She smiled! This was the first smile we have seen from her. Marina jumped in and explained to me they were mushrooms.

We proceeded to put several blocks of cheese on the counter and some salsa, paid for the products and said thanks and as we were packing our things up and saying goodbye, she said, “You made my day”. and she smiled! It was an unbelievable sight.

On to bigger and taller hikes

Stratton Ski Resort

We left Revere and were ready to leave the big city and head back to the mountains. The city life is good, but with a skoolie, it’s no fun. Our destination today is to Stratton Mountain Resort. Now if you are from Colorado, you might not call these 3,500 feet high mountains, “Mountains”, but in Vermont and New Hampshire, they are called mountains. They have high speed quad chair lifts greens to black diamond runs and all the shopping. The lifts were not running today, not a problem, we wanted to walk anyway. Off we went.

We started hiking up the runs but it was a bit challenging because the guy mowing the runs had not reached our spot on the run yet. I think the lawn mower guy has job security with the number of runs and the size of that law mower. After a few straight up hikes, we decided to take the road that does switchbacks the rest of the way up. It took about 2 hours to hike up to the top, 3500 feet. Don’t get me wrong we did not hike the entire 3,500 feet, for we started at about 1500 feet.

At the top the views were well worth the trip.

We started hiking down, but the guy in the ATV that we met on the way up, he runs ATV tours on the mountain, stopped us and said we had to go and visit the tower. It’s just a 3/4 mile trail near the top, so back up we went to see the tower. The detour was worth the effort. In fact the Appalachian Trail is at the tour. We met another couple there and a guy who had been hiking for a few weeks and had a few more to go.

On the road, heading east and south

Some nights we sleep at Walmart, other nights RV Parks, parking lots are not out of the question, we have been known to sleep at city parks, but tonight we are staying at a remote campsite in Green Mountain National Forest, Woodford, Vermont. I am not sure even Google can find us here. I think they call this dispersed camping. The next camp site, if you can call it that is 1/4 of a mile up the dirt road. Although there are signs someone was here recently, the camp fire ring is still smoldering. A forest fire is of no worry, for it is constantly damp back here in the forest.

We did a have a couple cars drive by, but they just turned their head and starred as they kept on going. I am not totally upset that there were no other guests, for there are stories of bears living in these here woods.

It was a grill night, I think we had more chicken to cook. This grill here is a royal piece of you know what. There are so many vent holes in it that it won’t keep the heat in to get it hot. You can see the tin foil I used to plug the holes in hopes of keeping the heat in. We did not have grilled chicken tonight, instead it was more boiled, or slow cooked. Not the desired effect from a grill.

The night was uneventful, thankfully, that is what we hope for every night. You can see the quality screen work that Marina did to keep the bugs out.

Tomorrow we are headed to we want to do a hike in Green Mountain National Forest in Vermont