Noah Kahan Was Right: We Love Vermont!
Once we were sufficiently full from a five-pound to-go container of poutine, we set our GPS back to the United States & said “Au revoir!” to Montreal. Next up: our 47th state of Vermont!
Any place that is known for cheddar cheese, maple syrup, & Ben & Jerry’s ice cream sounds okay in my book.
We rolled into Burlington just in time for an afternoon cappuccino at Onyx Cafe (10/10 highly recommend) and put enough change in the parking meter to explore the city on foot.
While I am generally pretty good with geography, I will admit that I had no concept of where Burlington was in relation to other landmarks in the area. Needless to say, I was floored by the sweeping lakefront views framed by New York’s magnificent Adirondack mountains. In my mind, Burlington was a quaint city insulated by Vermont’s own mountains. This may be the only time you hear me say this (you hear that, Phil??), but I’m so glad I was wrong!
After a long, winding walk along the lake and through the city, we rewarded ourselves with a Burlington staple: ice cream at Ben & Jerry’s.
While it’s no Graeter’s ice cream (iykyk), I absolutely LOVE all of the mix-ins that comprise a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. My preference for fall over other seasons MAY make me a basic white girl, but my food preferences are anything but basic. Give me ALL the seasonings, sauces, mix-ins, and options. I like flavor. This is where Impretzively Fudged comes in. It’s sweet & salty, flavored with rich dark chocolate and dotted with crunchy pretzel clusters and fudge pieces.
It’s heaven and a bite and I am now obsessed with it, thank you very much.
After ice cream, we figured it might be a good time to eat dinner (we have our priorities straight) so we picked up a bagged salad from Trader Joe’s. Life is about balance, right?
We ate dinner on the lake and watched the sun inch downward until it gifted us panoramic mountain-lake sunset views. The northeast may give the Arizona desert a run for its money when it comes to gorgeous rainbow-hued sunsets.
Despite a near-encounter with a skunk at the campground bathhouse (where strangers graciously warned us of its presence), we slept peacefully under a blanket of stars and were energized for a full day in the mountains of Vermont.
We grabbed breakfast at the incredible brunch restaurant, The Grey Jay, where halloumi-stuffed biscuits and tahini french toast immediately caught my eye. I KNOW we’re on a budget, but are you joking? This is why we eat bagged salads and tuna packs, people!
Loaded up on delicious Mediterranean-inspired carbs, we hit the road for the mountain town of Stowe where we could not resist a stop at the Cabot Creamery. We sampled 12 different types of cheese (with pairings) and grabbed another block of cheese for dinner. I’m realizing now that this has become a food blog at this point. Blame Vermont and its delicious food.
Now positively stuffed, we spent the rest of the evening soaking up the mountain views and finding the perfect hammocking spot that Phil had been desperately searching for throughout this leg of the trip.
Our trip through the northeast was incredible, but with this last evening in Vermont, we knew it was time to head to our old Kentucky home. Only one more stop along the way…
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