Last week one of my best friends came to Vermont. I was beyond happy to say the least. We had a jammed packed five days and a few things are clear: (1) I’m getting older and need more sleep than I did in my 20s (2) I miss Stacey dearly and wishing on a shooting star that she moves to Vermont (3) Couldn’t be happier with my decision to move to Vermont and not work politics 24/7.
We started the visit off with introducing my Montana best friend to my Vermont best friends. Saying they hit it off doesn’t do it justice. But I knew they would. Plus we had dinner at the Farmhouse which always guarantees a good time.
Saturday we then hit up some locavor breakfast at Magnolia and then a hike to Mt. Philo which we were treated to perfect weather and a beautiful view. Really those kind of days that make you love Vermont just a little bit more. To cap off the day we took Ethan Allen boat tour on Lake Champlain. What could go wrong with a couple hours on a boat with cocktails? Lastly, I introduced Stacey to a maple creeme and of course Champ and Sailorman on the waterfront.
Sunday Stacey’s work conference in Burlington began so we had most of the day but couldn’t venture too far. What to do? Well, Shelburne Farms of course. Her friend Molly, who was also attending the conference came with us. I can’t say enough good things about Molly. She is my kind of people. We took the tour, heard lots of great history, beautiful architecture and gardens, and all the amazing work Shelburne Farms does as working farm and education center. We may have eaten lots of cheese, jams and goodness:) That evening we ventured to American Flatbread, for some good pizza and of course BEER.
Monday was a filled day with her conference activities so she got the tour of the Vermont State House, Ben and Jerry’s ice cream factory, while I caught up on the details of life: laundry, foodshopping, etc.
Her last day in Burlington was a half-day (half conference and half fun times). We took in one last stroll on the waterfront, Church Street with some of her fellow political conference attendees. We then headed down to Dankin Farms for a pretty drive and of course more local food options. Then a beautiful afternoon in Shelburne Vineyard sipping on wine, soaking in the sun and a walk among the vines.
I was sad to see her leave. Life is just not the same when your closet friends live thousands of miles away. I’m hoping she’ll fall in love with Vermont as I have and come here for good:) Part of my heart will always pull to the Bridger Mountains in Montana. I love the place. It is where I spent those formative post-high school years because of both the place and the people. Montana I miss you. You should come and visit more often:)