Looks pretty, doesn't it? Looks. Aren't. Everything. After I spent a morning of weeping and wailing and generally being out of sorts after Sarah's departure, we decided there was nothing for it but to head off to Vermont for a week or more of camping and hiking. I've had very little tent time this summer and I miss it. And my return to work is in less than two weeks. Our first stop was North Hero State Park on one of the Champlain Islands. It SOUNDED like it would be lovely. The guidebook described a remote park, with few services on the shores of Lake Champlain. It was not lovely. Full of mosquitoes, dank, humid and with a swimming ban due to high bacterial counts, we found ourselves trapped in an unexpectedly hikeless, swimless environment. So we did the only thing possible under the circumstances. Went to the 'beach' where most of the mosquitoes were blown away by the crisp wind (Did I mention the servere thunderstorms in the area?) and shared a bottle of wine. A large bottle of wine. And when we were appropriately anesthetized against mosquitoes or really quite caring at all about much of anything - to the tent to sleep it off and plot our escape for the morrow.
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