there is always too much to say about vacations... especially my parents' version of a vacation. As mentioned in previous posts, my parents love love love to go go go. We stayed around Mount Ascutney, which was covered in wildflowers and ski lifts (unfortunately inoperable during the summer. what gives? does no one understand the power of a summery ride up the mountain? Ober Gatlinburg, anyone?). Each day was packed with visits to the Old Constitution House, Saint Gaudens Memorial, Quechee Gorge, a trip down to Fort Ticonderoga, and the Shelburne Museum (which is totally what my uncle will have to do with all of his stuff).
Saint Gaudens Memorial. By my Dad.
Bikes at the Constitution House. By me.
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