The Green Mountains of Vermont

Being my first typical American camping experience, I was initially disappointed that our campsite was so small and so close to other noisy campers...the only thing I had to compare it to was the wilderness of Canada, where we had to hike and canoe to our campsites each night and where there were no camping neighbors and no running water of any kind. Where you could clap your hands together and kill five mosquitos at once and where you had to collect your own fire wood, boil your own water and eat trailmix and opposed to brats and corn on the cob...
But my spirits were soon restored on our first hike, which joined up with the Appalachian Trail. The woods of Vermont are like nothing else I've seen. Everything was so green...new plants, new flowers, new trees...

The dogs had so much fun, racing ahead on the trail they faithfully followed, sniffing new things and chasing ground squirrels.
As we got higher and higher, the vegetation kept changing and some of the terrain seemed picture perfect and planned.

Snow on the mountains in May!

When we got to the top, we realized we were on a point we had seen from the highway far below, before we ever reached our campgrounds.




Due to Scott's expertise with fires and grilling, our meals included sausage, scrambled eggs, coffee, brats, corn on the cob and of course toasted marshmallows.

We chose a very scenic route home and spotted this amazing waterfall along the way....It was full of jutting rocks, beautiful farms, rolling green hills and sprawling green mountains!