Cabot

This week has turned into the Factory Tour trip. Sandy, Darlene, and I were caravaning across VT and NH. I was in the lead, so anything that we came across that looked interesting, I slammed on the brakes to investigate.

This is a covered bridge that we stopped at:

Continuing on our journey, I saw a sign for Cabot Cheese Factory:

This was another tour that cost just a couple o' bucks and lasted less than an hour. At this factory, they make yogurt, cottage cheese, and dips. Cabot has two other production facilities where they make the aged cheddar cheeses and butter. Cabot also makes products for Hood and Trader Joe's.

The milk is brought into this factory and processed by separating the curds from the whey. The whey (liquid) is sprayed onto the fields as fertilizer. The curds are then either pressed and packed in 42 lb blocks and sent to the other factories or used in this one for their yogurt and cottage cheese production.

The tour was interesting, but it was the sample area and store that destroyed all three of us. I did well with only purchasing a pound of butter and a brick of hand-rubbed Tuscan cheese. Darlene walked out with three grocery bags full of every product they had out on their shelves. I was thereon not allowed to stop anywhere else that sold food.  :o)

The butter I bought can only be purchased at their factory stores. It is an English Style and still contains some of the whey. Other than containing some extra liquid, there is no difference between it and the americanized style of butter.

After the Cabot tour, we crossed over into New Hampshire. Somewhere between the Cabot factory and Littleton, NH.  Darlene's refrigerator door fell off.  We were originally planning on stopping in the Franconia area. Instead, we ended up driving an hour or so further to North Conway so that Darlene could bring her rig to an RV repair place. It took the serviceman more than an hour to piece her door back together. It is only a temporary fix until she can get a new door from the factory, but it got her back on the road again with a working refrigerator.

In North Conway, we stayed at the Saco River Camping Area. I camped here 35 years ago with Vanessa. Much has changed in North Conway in the last 35 years, and according to Sandy, even the last 10 years. Many of the outlet stores are gone. Traffic, other than downtown North Conway, was practically non-existent. It used to take an hour to go from one end of town to the other.

I walked around and around and around the campground to find the beach and finally found it just before dark. I wanted to try to take Hope in the river again, but they didn't allow dogs on their beach. It was just as well. The Saco River was much colder than the river we swam in the night before.

Without any rain for the last week, everything was dusty dry. Here's a picture of my dirty-assed dog:

Ben &Jerry's Ice Cream Factory

Sandy, Darlene, and I left Essex Junction, VT and headed over to the Ben and Jerry's factory. The tour was only $2.00 and took about half an hour. At the end of the tour, everyone got a sample of ice cream. Today's flavor was Boston Cream Pie. It was a good size helping, too, not just one of those little spoons for tasting; but do you think that was enough??? NOOOOO, of course not. You can never have enough ice cream, so I stood in line and got a small serving of Oatmeal Cookie Chunk.

Being the brainless wonder that I am, I could not remember what flavor ice cream I had, so I went to Ben and Jerry's Website. Do you know what I found???? A Ben and Jerry's app for the iPhone. It will keep you up-to-date on their newest flavors and has a feature to find the nearest B&J store. Oh, man; am I in trouble now. It even has a feature called, "Learn the ingredients and nutrition info of each flavor." Do you think I care? Do you think that's going to keep me from eating ice cream three times a week? I think not.

Here are a few pictures I took at Ben & Jerry's:

After visiting Ben & Jerry's, we went to the Trapp Family Lodge -- you know, the Von Trapp family -- the Sound of Music family. From what we could see, there wasn't much to see. It was an Inn, so if you were a guest, there was probably lots of stuff to do. For us, we just walked through the main lobby of the lodge and I went to the bakery down the road.

This is the view from the base of the Lodge and a picture of the front of the Lodge:

The library:

That night, we stayed in a campground in Marshfield, VT. It was a very small campground but the amenities were the best I've ever experienced. The campground was bordered by a large river that had a small beach so you could go swimming. In addition, they had two pools and a hot tub. I soooo miss my hot tub. After I took a dip in the river, I later sat in the hot tub. It was over 90 degrees outside; you'd think that it was too hot to be lounging around in a hot tub, but it felt sooooooo goooood!!!

I took Hope in the river with me. I was very, very proud of her. She took some coaxing before getting in over her knees and she did well until she lost footing and had to actually swim. The poor thing completely panicked and ran back in to shore. We tried three times and each time she got a touch better. I figured three was enough, though, so I let her be after that and gave her the ol' towel treatment. She doesn't like water and she doesn't like being brushed, but she sure does like being rubbed all over with a towel. Silly dog!

Vermont Teddy Bear Factory

Sandy and I took off from the FMCA rally for a few hours and went to downtown Burlington and also the Vermont Teddy Bear Factory.

This is a short post and there isn't much to tell. It didn't have anything to do with the rally, so I decided to make it a separate entry.

It was hotter than H* this day. We took a walk down the boardwalk along the shore of Lake Champlain and even though it was right by the water, there was no relief. The sky was clear so the only relief we could get was from an occasional shadow.

The Teddy Bear factory tour was cute. They gave us all a sample of the fabric along with a button.

 
As is usual Diane style, I FORGOT MY CAMERA. Not only did I forget to bring my camera with me, I also left my cell phone in Sandy's van as I figured there was no reason to carry it around with me. The only picture I have is this one that I asked Sandy to take for me. This is the hospital section where they repair returned bears. Note the IV bottle:

North East Regional Area FMCA Rally

The 4th of July weekend was spent at my first FMCA (Family Motor Coach Association) Rally. The rally was very small, as rallies go; only 500 rigs attended. We had 15 Roadtreks here and 3 others across the compound. This picture shows part of the group. I never did get a picture of all of us, either people or Roadtreks:

The weekend was excruciatingly hot. We all did our best to keep cool like put up our awnings, stay in the shade, run the air conditioners, and go into the exhibit halls.

Friday night was a dinner cruise on Lake Champlain. The pictures below are of the sun setting. There are so many because the sky kept getting more and more awesome. I don't think I've ever experienced a sunset that lasted so long. These pictures were taken over the span of half an hour. I took the pictures with my iPhone because, as usual, I forgot my camera. I'm impressed at how well they came out:

The next two days were filled with seminars and workshops. I went to seminars on RV Maintenance; Getting the Most Out of Your Digital Camera; Geocaching; Dutch Oven Cooking; Personal Safety for Women; and an RV Adventure Tour promotion to Australia, New Zealand, and South Africa. I also took one workshop in Jewelery Making, which consisted of making two sets of beaded earrings.

We saw the fireworks on both Saturday and Sunday. This is Saturday's fireworks over the compound. The picture was taken from the very top of the grandstand.

And this is a picture of the Van of Discovery decked out to celebrate the 4th of July:

We had a quick rain shower one day that produced a double rainbow. I couldn't decide which was the best picture, so I posted all of them:

On the way to the FMCA Rally

On the drive to the FMCA Rally in Essex Jct., VT, I took Route 8 up to Lee, MA, and then Route 7 the rest of the way up to Burlington, VT. Route 8 was emotionally tough because it is the same route we took to get to the cabin. I miss that trash heap more than you can ever imagine. Route 7 wasn't much better in the emotional department until I got up past Rutland. It's the Manchester/Dorset area that Billy and I went to for nearly every vacation before we got the cabin.

Not much has changed in the Dorset area. Even the Maryville Campground is still there. There's a piece of land that sits right next to the campground that was for sale six years ago. It is either still for sale or it is on the market again. It was a nice piece of property with a barn and large, cleared trails going down to a winding brook at the back of the property.

This is a picture of a house that I just happened to like the look of:

And here's a picture of a fellow Cowboy Action Shooter's trailer that I happened to pass by. They must travel to a lot of shoots:

Driving north on Route 7, somewhere between Rutland and Burlington, I passed the most dilapidated farm I have ever seen -- at least as dilapidated as it can get while still being a working farm. The barn was huge and was in the shape of a round circus tent. And what was out in the field next to the barn? A camel! A Bactrian Camel, the one with the double hump, native to steppes of north eastern Asia (thank you Wikipedia). And what was behind this Bactrian Camel? A BABY camel! I turned around as soon as I could and went back to the farm to get a picture of mamma and baby. They were nowhere around. Apparently they went in to barn. I pulled onto a side street and stayed there for quite some time viewing the area through my binoculars, but they never came back into view. Ever have one of those moments where you wonder if what you think you saw was what you really saw??? Oh, my! I thought I would Google "Bactrian Camel Vermont" and here it is: Ollie the Camel

and thanks to the Internet, here are a couple of pictures I stole (thank you to Bill Owens of Granville, MA and sacoo)