Traveling is a hard job...but someone has got to do it.

We are two states away from these pictures, but this is where we left you. 

Seems we are still playing catch-up...where does the time go?

When we were in Shelburne, Vermont we visited the local museum.  This must
be the mother of all museums.  The approach they took to display all their
collections is to place them separately in houses.  The houses are unique as
well.  Each one has some historically interest and were moved to the grounds
at different times.  It isn't just houses, there is a jail, a couple of huge
barns, a covered bridge, a depot.  The round barn had a quilt show. (Picture
of Rose at the Shaker barn.)

A U-shaped barn had a zillion carriages and sleighs.  There was a gypsy
wagon that captured my attention since that is the role we have assumed.
Sure would have been a miracle for us to cram all our junk into something
the size of that little number.  It was quite colorful, however.

The Ticonderoga was moved onto the museum grounds sometime in the '50's.
The video of the move is worth watching since the museum is miles from the
lake.  They built a special train track to pull the ship across the farmland
dismantling the track from behind and relaying it in front.  They were
happy counting feet in a day.  (picture attached)

One historic farmhouse was converted into a revolving children's learning
center.  On our visit it was dedicated to art.  Water painting was the
inter-active sport. Rose camped there for quite a while. Besides the
calendar, her artwork is the only thing on our wall.

A covered bridge held a special fascination since it was actually placed
over a pond.  The pond held the real show.  It was jam-packed with turtles.
There were so many we couldn't even count them...besides they refused to
stand still so we could.  There were some rather large ones that could hurt
if they latched on to you.

The following day was so beautiful and sunny we just had to give the bike
trail a try.  What a wonderful experience!!!  Especially discovering that
Rose can bicycle for 11 miles without complaining!!!  Of course, we did take
lots of breaks to help.  At the turn-around there was a beautiful park for
us to rest in.  Jerry and I rested.  Chris and Rose made friends and played
on all the equipment until time to get back on the bikes and head back the 5
5 miles to our truck. (Several pictures documenting our day on bikes.)

Great place Vermont.  Should be full of leaf-peepers by now.