Taking advantage of Spring Break, I headed north, through Connecticut where I saw old roomates and classmates, to Vermont, where I skied/boarded at Ascutney and Jay Peak, and headed to the border to Canada in my jalopy, which is behaving so far, though I’m suspicious . . .
The border guard interrogated me briefly, and I was through! The fields were snow covered, and the houses run down but attractive, as I kept my eye on the kilometers per hour, something I’m not used to. The street signs were largely similar, but the deer silhouette on the Deer Crossing sign looked like it had a red nose. Either the local youths or someone in Government has a sense of humor.
I enjoyed a delicous lunch at a cafe that evoked European style and served a delicious duck sandwich with soup, bought a guide book, and made it to my youth hostel, where I write this. I always prefer staying at youth hostels, because rather than minding the random people I’m crammed in with, I enjoy their oddities. One of the people in the lounge asked everyone to smell his orange (it didn’t smell like anything, not even orange-ish) and then lit incense. Guy must have an obsession with smells. You certainly wouldn’t get weirdos like this at a hotel, at least not next to you, but it’s a matter of preference, and I prefer the amusing surprises.
Tomorrow I get up early, not because I want to, but I have to move my car before 8 AM. Ouch! First time I’m combining a youth hostel stay with parking problems. Can’t say I recommend it. Pictures hopefully tomorrow.
