Sunday June 23, and Monday June 24, 2013
Site 27, Winhall Brook COE
South Londonderry, Vermont
SUNDAY JUNE 23
Today we take a drive up to Woodstock Vermont. Not to see the popular little town but to visit with a high school friend of mine who lives there in this cute little house. He already knows what it is like to live in a very small space so RVing will be no problem for him to adjust to.
This is Jody and his King Charles Spaniel Sparky.
He has really got the set up for frugal living, a great little outhouse and an outdoor shower.
Pretty fancy throne don’t you think??
In the back yard is the 3 sided wooden shower with the shower curtain rod. No curtain set up yet this year since he’s been gone from home helping another friend of his who has had a stroke. I’m hoping he’ll be able to return soon to this place he loves.
Yes that was a vintage RV above in the driveway. He’s restoring this 1960’s Bailey Mikado T, a Canadian Import. Nice and small, easy to tow. Full timing? Who knows given the size of his house he probably can. :-))
It was great spending the day with Jody and Sparky. Isn’t she a gem?
I sure hope they both get back out to their fine spot soon. They look just right sitting in their chairs watching the world pass by.
Lest you think this spot looks tooo idyllic, he provided me with this picture of other times in the year.
I think I won’t be visiting at this time of year.
MONDAY JUNE 24
Today is our last day in Vermont sadly. Yesterday I visited an old friend, today we return to visit a new friend, Lowell Lake. The day is much different from our last visit but just as much fun.
It turns out to be frog day at Lowell Lake. They are everywhere and calling to each other. All we have to do is move slowly along the edge of the lake and there they are if you look closely. Sometimes I can see them but not be able to photograph them from their hiding place.
and sometimes I don’t have to look so closely. The frog on the log is my favorite of the day. Right out there in broad daylight he looks pleased with himself. He never moves a muscle no matter how close I get.
We also get a good look at the bladderwort today. It’s another carnivorous plant. If you didn’t see my post about the great pitcher plants and Venus flytraps on our last visit to Lowell Lake, it is here.
Bladderwort’s look like they are sitting on some sort of floating stand. They are submersed free floating plants. They have flowers on erect stems above the water. The entire floating plant is only about 8 inches tall.
Bladderworts get this name because of the tiny bladder like structures on their branched underwater leaves. These small hollow sacs capture and digest tiny animals like insect larvae, read MOSQUITOS, water fleas and others. They are now my favorite plant, they capture mosquito larvae!!. Because of their ability to ‘eat’ animals, bladderworts can live in nutrient poor, rather acidic, boggy conditions
Nice reflection. Looks like a mirror plant and not the stem that is under water.
We pull over to have our lunch and as we eat, the sky begins looking pretty sketchy.
Shortly we hear the low rumblings of thunder which we have learned means the rain is on its way. Since we are on the opposite side of the lake from the take out, we decide we don’t want to be the highest spot in the middle of the lake during a storm so we set out to paddle around the edge to get back.
But of course we don’t make it.
David is ahead of me and he stops under a big pine tree along the shore . I pick a Hemlock which keeps me pretty dry for quite a while.
But once the leaves get saturated, I’m getting wet.
As I’m waiting I look out in the middle of the lake and there is that illusive loon. He’s pretty far away but it is so exciting to see him in the binoculars that I try to get some pictures. This is the only one that turned out even half way. But I love it. Really hope to see and hear more loons when we get to Maine.
David comes back to check on me and we both determine that his spot under the pine tree is dryer than mine. There’s an anecdotal recommendation for you. If caught in rain while kayaking and there are large trees overhanging the lake shore, get under a pine not a hemlock.
The rain slacks off, and this fog smoke moves across the mountains as we make a break for the take out.
Of course we only make it half way when the sky opens up again. So we paddle on, climb out, throw the boats up on shore. I run up to the parking lot and bring the car down. We jump in. We wait as we dry off for it to stop so we can get the boats on the car and head for home.
The boats are waiting too. We’ve sure had a LOT of rain since we left Florida in late May. Everywhere we’ve stopped along the east coast, Virginia, Pennsylvania, New York and now Vermont it has rained, A LOT.
Tomorrow we move on to New Hampshire and you’ve guessed it, they are predicting RAIN!!
Sure wish I could send this rain out West where they really need it. We’ve had WAY more than our share.