On last week’s drive to Vermont, Google insisted we drive through the Adirondack Mountains. Who am I to argue with Google? Pretty stuff, but it rendered us a bit car-sick with all the twists and turns. Along the way, baby Katt learned a new word – FLOWERS, which she now says at every opportunity.
In Burlington, we went to K-art. We didn’t buy much of anything artistic, just diapers and dish washing detergent.
I was too cheap to rent bikes in Burlington, so the kids spent many hours rollerblading along Lake Champlain. I attempted to keep up while pushing Katt in the stroller. It was the first time in my life I’ve ever jogged. Let me tell you, jogging blows!
Along the path I saw raspberry-like fruit growing out of control. I wasn’t sure if they were poisonous or safe, so I only ate a few. They were strangely fuzzy, sort of like eating sweet tart cotton balls. I lived, so next time I’ll gorge myself!
Zach obtained a busking permit and played some Tango, Klezmer, Irish fiddle, and Old-time fiddle on the streets of Burlington. He made almost 20 bucks for his 30-40 minutes of effort.
