We started with “Second Breakfast” at a diner: The Hot Biscuit in Ticonderoga or Ti as they call it.
Finally receiving good news buoyed our drive out of New York. We really don’t want to leave, but Fall moves fast up here. (We want to move North to Maine and New Brunswick at a modest pace so we can turn South and travel as slow as our overall experience and entertainment suggests.)
Jane has romantic childhood memories of Ticonderoga, (a game that we’re having trouble researching) or a place she’s never been. We saw this as a reason to explore and plunked down about 17 bucks each for the fort museum. Despite my frenetic ways, independence, and ability to read display signs, I gently lobbied to wait for the tour. Boy was I glad. Dan the presenter in period dress, herded about twenty of us to a flat below the ramparts. A very good speaker, he skillfully painted the times that these places flourished. A new nation, French and British interests…very lively and informative. Looked like a great job for a History Major or actor. We really enjoyed it. But as will be our way, our feet were soon aching to make some miles toward Vermont.
Oddly, the brief “service” our phones had given us, they also irritated us. However much our phones said “looking for service” and we enjoyed being out of touch, what we lacked most was a way to blog. This feels like an important part of our adventure. Surely if we only fitfully jot a few things and posts, it won’t capture the immensity of the country or the privilege we’ve stolen to travel within it.
We saw the Big Red Check Mark: Verizon Store in Vergennes, I pulled right in. Picking phones and service plans can be pretty tedious stuff. In Maryland the stores are so busy it can be over half an hour before anyone notices you are there. Not so in Vermont. Chase was gracious, informative and entertaining. Nick too got involved and we couldn’t help telling them about our adventure to explain why we needed a “hotspot” or something to connect for blogging. We are 4G! Both of us picked “dumb phones”. I see an image of people everywhere, standing, looking down at something in their hands. I see many parents so engrossed in their swiping and texting, they miss excited toddlers crying up for attention. I don’t want to miss the world around me. We want to see and hear all we can.
My cousin, Huntley returned my call, sounding almost like she was jumping up and down. Wow, you’re up this far already? You’ve got to visit! We can make Stowe before 930 PM…more nice back roads then about 20 “icky” miles on Interstate 89. I think it was the 40mph “Minimum Speed” that confirmed our disdain. My poor little V6 4Runner can’t decide which gear to kick down into and seems to struggle more trying for 60 on the highway than whatever we roll on those back roads. (Wonder how long it will last?)
I remember having, as a child, a game called “Fort Ticonderoga”. Or was it Fort Ticonderoga Lincoln Logs? It’s pretty hazy. Maybe Nancy or Bob can refresh my memory. Anyhoo, that’s why I wanted to go to the fort. We also took Iris, our little stuffed bunny who travels with us. We have pics of Iris from all over the world.
Not to mention Ticonderoga pencils!
Thanks so much for taking the time to share! 🙂 Continued prayers for your safe travels.
Please don’t be another one of those “cell phone people” who are glued to the phones! Rick and I refuse to go over.
Jane, you flattery me, but I can’t remember what I had for breakfast yesterday sometimes! 🙂 We had lots of fun toys and times in our childhood. Maybe it’ll come to me in a while…. ❤
Awww, I love little stuffed bunnies that make the scene…it should be in period dress, though, don’t you agree?
You totally called me out, reading this on my iPhone! Looks like y’all are having a blast.