After leaving Lake Placid, we drove to Eastern Vermont. Along the way, we saw several of these signs. Very Vermont. Where is the silhoutte of a moose? Interesting how different states sign post their warnings.
We saw no real moose crossing the road, only this little guy. Gutsy, don't you think?
This is a six foot tall piece of art at a maple syrup company. It seemed that maple syrup was half cottage industry and half religion.
A King Ranch edition pickup with a Vermont tag seemed totally incongruous. King Ranch is near our winter digs in Texas.
These are the beautiful Green Mountains, home of Ethan Allen and the Green Mountain Boys of Revolutionary War fame.

We drove through Montpelier. The gold capped capitol is in the background. It's quite a small town situated between hills/mountains and a river. Construction made getting our "big rig" through here nerve wracking. Maps, GPS, Mapquest, and Google don't tell you everything.

Every town seemed to have at least one tall white steeple such as the one on this neat little church.

There were also lots of covered bridges.

Along the way we stumbled past the Ben & Jerry's factory, and Pen and I indulged. Wonderful fun. Met a neat young family from Maryland.

There were quite a few neat old houses, but we were rather amazed at the sparse population, distance to shopping, and seeming poverty. There were also quite a few aging hippies. No surprise there.

Several houses had these unique sideways windows. Why here and nowhere else we have been?

Although much of Vermont was very rural and appeared slightly impoverished, this little town, Woodstock, stood out. You've probably seen it, the town where the Budweiser Christmas commercial featuring the clydesdales pulling the sleigh was shot. It has been a prosperous town throughout its history. The fact that it was a summer home for the Rockefellers didn't hurt.

There were several neat houses that exuded wealth, such as this one.

This couple seemed to be enjoying their lazy summer day reading the newspaper beside the Ottauquechee River.

This builder didn't let a little thing like a river stand in the way of his/her plans.

On the way out of town, we passed through the White mountains. This is the Franconia Ski Resort near Franconia, New Hampshire, home of Robert Frost.

This is the beautiful Franconia Notch. Probably the most spectacular scenery we have seen in New England to this point, and one of the few places that would rival the Pacific Northwest. This photo is very similar to one that we took two year ago in the Columbia River Gorge on the Oregon side.