Leaving Essex, New York, heading across Lake Champlain.
I’ve only been on a ferry once or twice. This was in June – I kept wondering what this trip would be like, if they can do it at all, in January or February. Their web site says that it’s all-year – weather & ice conditions permitting. The lake does free over, although these days (climate change, like it or not!) it’s about three times a decade instead of seven or eight times a decade.
I’ll guarantee you won’t see this guy out here in mid-winter. I’m just glad that he saw us and we saw him.
Pulling into Charlotte, Vermont, just south of Burlington, where we were flying out of to get back home after a week in Vermont and New York.
I do think about being there all the time and then coming back to LA for a week or so every couple of years instead of the other way around. I always seem to be happier arriving there than I do getting back here.
That might be a sign. If happiness counts.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 