On Thanksgiving Day,
I didn’t have much going on until 6pm. Having the entire day off for the holiday meant I’d have to find something to do. Since everyone else was busy with family, I decided to go for a photo drive with Brixton, while also finding places to let him run around along the way. I feel like this is Vermont at it’s core, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Driving for many miles on dirt roads, seeing different areas of the state, and just wondering what actually goes on in these towns kept me interested. There are always surprises along the way
One of the first actually stops was a brook to the side of the road. Brixton and I were there for about 20 minutes, slowly traveling upward. It was neat to see the new ice formations and getting close up with them. The way light interacts with the glimmering clear solid can be fascinated. Navigating the brook can be tricky at times with the secretly iced over boulders, but we managed just fine.
I really like older the look of older vehicles. There is something about them that is genuine in nature. New ideas were being tried out for the first time, and they just rolled with it. The Saab in off white parked center with the barn really caught my eye. The three vehicles lined up in the slideshow were apart of a classic car graveyard that was fenced in. If I could have gone down there, I would have spent way too much time taking photos, I know it. I think it would also to use the cars and a model for a photoshoot. Maybe one day it can happen, I’d just have to get the courage to ask the landowner, who seems pretty strict his gated drive and No Trespassing signs with images of security cameras on them.
I drove by one of the many bodies of water in the area. I’m not sure if they were deserted because of thanksgiving or the lack of summer. Nice reflections though!
While on a dirt road and unsure if I was in the right area, I saw a large pond coming up. As I got further, I saw this building with water streaming down beside it. I immediately thought it was amazing, so instead of driving on past, I pulled over I felt good about it. It is the Robinson Saw Mill, built in 1803. It’s one thing I know I’d like to see again, because of how one of a kind it is.
Further down this same road, I saw the snowcapped mountains of Northern Vermont in the distance. In the field before me were some quite clean and happy looking cows. I kept driving since there was a truck behind me, but once I got a chance to turn around, I did. I wanted to get a photo of the cows grazing with the mountains in the background.
Instead, when I pulled up next to their fence and got out of my car, the came over and greeted me. So interested in whatever I was doing at their fence, they just stood and watched while I took photos.
After doing a lot of stopping but not being able to let Brixton out, I saw an old wooden sign that read “Maple Parking.” I looked to the other side of the road and saw there was a trail that led up into the woods. It seemed like an ideal spot to stop, so again I turned around and pulled into this “parking spot.” I had to slowly make my way into this pull-off, not to skid off down the hill, since it was large enough for one.five cars at most.
The woods called Maple Hill, had were nice to be in after being on the road for awhile. The clouds were unique, being able to look straight up made for a cool perspective with the trees and branches.
Go out and see something new, now matter what it may be! There is a world unknown to you out there, might as well check it out! You don’t know what you might find.
P.S. On my way home, I grabbed some eggnog from a store that was open. I had a nice thanksgiving dinner with my family a couple hours later to end the night.
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