We had access to the brook at Winhall Brook campground, and the kids LOVED it! We only went a few times, because we went out and checked out the area quite a bit, but it was a great benefit to the campground. Winhall Brook is run by the Army Corps of Engineers, and we adore COE campgrounds. They're clean, they have free showers, they're cheap(ish), they're on water, and they don't charge a reservation fee. LOVE THEM!!! At any rate, the brook is home to tadpoles & polliwogs, crayfish, frogs, salamanders, and huge spiders. I avoided seeing the spiders. The kids enjoyed catching all the critters. G preferred to pile up the rocks to affect the currents. Piling up the rocks to create a protected area was good for critter watching, too, because then they put the critters in the protected area to observe them. Turns out that tadpoles/polliwogs/crayfish etc... don't enjoy being confined in a palm. Who knew?
There's an obsession with throwing rocks. I got involved, but that's never a good thing. My aim is such that I'm a walking catastrophe. So I hit Bill's ankle with a HUGE rock. Frankly, I'm amazed I got it that far. Amazed isn't exactly how Bill felt about it. But he started it. We also spent time rock skipping. I got a few that skipped, and one that went pretty far, but I got a lot of sinkers. It was fun, and good exercise for my shoulder. I was feeling that one for a few days. Clearly I need to be doing more heavy lifting and throwing.
I headed back to the trailer early, which let me get this picture of everyone from the bridge. The bridge was a bit narrow, and some of the rigs coming through are pretty big, so watching people come into the campground was sometimes frightening. But everyone made it, even if they had to take several chances to line up their rigs. And hit the rails. I bit my nails a few times. I wouldn't let the kids play under the bridge when this one guy came through, I just felt like he was going to jump the rails and come into the brook. Didn't happen. Not for lack of trying, though.
As we left Vermont to spend time in New Hampshire, we stopped in Norwich at the King Arthur Flour store/school/ bakery. Pure heaven. I could have stayed all day, but we confined it to just a wee bit of shopping, lunch, and watching a baking class for kids. So, so, so very tasty. And some many varieties of flour I don't ever find in the grocery store. I left them behind, but I took a catalog so I can order some. I want to experiment with my pizza crust, get that tastier/lighter/crisper/better. We may stop back in on our way back to CO. Just looking at the picture again, I'm in love. Oh, I do so love a store with a demo kitchen. And cooking tools. And cookbooks. I'm drooling....
And I leave you with this...the McLobster Roll. You're welcome.
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