48. Wyoming – Part 2

Month: September 2018
Location: Jackson Hole, Grand Teton National Park and Yellowstone National Park

It was bright and sunny and a perfect day to be outdoors.  But first, there was a matter of some breakfast and the place which I had picked – ‘Nora’s Fish Creek Inn’ – was a few miles in the opposite direction to ‘Grand Teton National Park’, where I was headed next.  However, since I was already on the doorsteps of the park, I didn’t mind the detour.  Plus, there are worst places to be driving than this.  The restaurant appeared to be in middle of nowhere, thought that had not stopped a big crowd from showing up.  I had to wait for a long time to get a seat at the bar and even longer to get served.  However, I was pleased with the food, which despite being standard “country fare”, was quite good.  With that taken care of, I was now on my way.

Perfection
Once again, I found myself on “Route 191” headed through the town and past the airport.  Just a few miles from the airport was the left turn to get to the parks visitor’s center.  As far as one of these goes, it was quite big, with a big table sized topographical layout of the park, where the visitor's could walk around it and identify places that they wanted to visit.  However, the most incredible thing for me was outside, behind the center – the panoramic view of the ‘Grand Teton Range’.  The word “breathtaking” is used quire often, including by me.  But this was something straight out of a postcard.  I couldn’t wait to get started.

I mean, look at this!
One of the most well-known landmarks of this area is the winding “Snake River”.  In fact, years ago when I had first heard of this park, it was a picture of this river that I had found enticing.  Talking to the “Park Ranger” yesterday, I had learnt that there were a bunch of companies that offer a “float trip” down the river where visitors could enjoy the views of the beautiful park while lazing on the float.  It sounded like fun, but then I saw that these trips took hours, which was time that I wasn’t prepared to spend on this activity.  There were a couple of trails that I wanted to explore and the first one was called “Hidden Falls”.  To get there one had to take a shuttle boat across ‘Jenny Lake’ and there was a moderate climb.  Sounded like a good place to start.

The magnificent 'Jenny Lake'
Riding towards ‘Jenny Lake’ took me past the spectacular sights of the park, and I could see many places where people had pulled over to take pictures.  But I had a ferry to catch and based on the parking lot when I arrived, so did several other folks.  I found a spot at the very back end and walked up to the visitor’s center, which was really just a trailer.  The folks confirmed details about the ferry and pointed me to a path that would take me to the dock.  A short walk led me to the banks of the lake and once again, the view was spectacular.  I, however, did not have time to marvel and so rushed to make sure I made it on to the next ferry.  I purchased a return ticket – the other option was a long hike back around the lake.

The view from "Inspiration Point"
There were a few folks besides me on the ferry and while I sat along the edge to enjoy the view, it came at a minor inconvenience of getting sprayed by the cold water.  But it wasn’t long before I arrived on the other side and started on a hike up to the “Hidden Falls”.  Despite the elevation, it wasn’t a very strenuous climb and I thoroughly enjoyed it.  It took about 25 minutes to get to the falls, which despite being a modest 200 feet, were in a pristine setting.  The trail continued up to “Inspiration Point” and now things were getting a bit steep, not to mention, a bit narrow on the path.  Going all the way was over would have taken a long time, though I decided to go as far as I could over the next 10 to 15 minutes.  And boy, was I glad that I did.  I reached a spot called “Lower Inspiration Point”, which gave a fantastic view of ‘Lake Jenny’ and the park.  I could see why someone would call it an “Inspiration Point”.

The narrow path down
I went back down the narrow path and past the falls, down to the dock to await the ferry.  Once again, I got sprayed and again, I did not mind, though it was chilly.  I saw a few people setting up picnic overlooking the lake and why not.  I got back to my car and drove to the next trail that I wanted to visit, ‘Taggart Lake’.  This was an easy 3-mile round trip walk that would take approximately 2 hours.  I set off on a flat track alongside a fence and navigating through a lot of animal droppings.  The mountain peaks were keeping me company on one side, till I entered a dense forest and while I realized that there was a lake at the end of it, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do this anymore.  There was another attraction that sounded more appealing and it would take me some time to get there.  So, I turned back and walked to my car and after a brief stop at the visitor’s center, left ‘Grand Teton National Park’ to proceed towards “Jackson Hole Aerial Tram and Gondola Rides”.

On the "Aerial Tram"
I had to get back on my favorite “Route 191” and go back into town and past it to get to ‘Teton Village’ where the ride was located.  Even though the two places looked close to each other on the map, because of the topography and routes, it took over 30 minutes for me to get there.  ‘Teton Village’ is a small community at the base of ‘Jackson Hole Mountain Resort’ and which comprised of lodging, restaurants and shopping areas.  It took me some time to find a parking spot, meaning this place was full, though you couldn’t tell it from the deserted road.  I had bought my ticket online – to save a few bucks – and after collecting my “wristband”, I headed to the boarding area.

The Valley
The last time I had been on an “Aerial Tram” was at ‘Mount Alyeska’ in Alaska.  The gentleman at the visitor’s center yesterday had told me to stand at the front of the tram to get a great view.  While not quite full to the capacity of 100, there were a lot of people in there and so I wasn’t at the front, though I could see the vistas around me.  The gentleman operating the tram was also giving us a commentary on the history of the place and everything around us.  He mentioned that there was a café at the top that served “the world’s best waffles” and the reason that they were the best was because they were the only waffles that you could get at this elevation!

The "best waffle in the world"
As soon as we reached the top, while everyone else went over to take pictures, I made a beeline for ‘Corbet’s Café’ to get my waffle.  I sure have my priorities straight!  There were 4 kids who look annoyed that someone was disturbing their idle time and grumpily took my order of “Italian Waffle with Nutella”.  It came out hot and dripping with the gooey “Nutella” and the best part was sitting outside and enjoying it at 10,450 feet, against the backdrop of the Jackson Hole Valley.  Yeah, it was the “world’s best waffle”. After that, I walked around and looked at the incredible 360-degree view around me, from the valley on one side to the mountains on the other.  The best part was the snow-capped peak of the tall ‘Grand Teton’ towering majestically against the skyline.

The peak of 'Grand Teton'
I took some pictures and after soaking in the sights for one last time, headed back to catch the next tram down.  This time, I did make it right up to the front, meaning I had an unobstructed view of the valley as we went down.  The commentary was on as the guide showed us some of the rocky cliffs, which would be covered with snow in a few months and some crazy daredevils would be jumping off it.  For now, I just couldn’t see how anyone could even attempt such a task.  It was a nice ride down and I could see the city of Jackson in the distance as well as the airport where I had landed just yesterday.  Once again, the only airport located inside a “National Park”.  Halfway down there was a hotel which was accessible by riding much smaller “Gondolas”, departing from an adjacent area.  Talk about a dinner date!

Last look from the top
After we were down, I walked about a few of the stores, but there wasn’t much to capture my interest.  So, I got in the car and drove to ‘Snow King Resort’, which was located at the base of the mountain towering over downtown Jackson and our famous “Route 191”.  The reason for my visit was their restaurant called ‘Haydens Post’, which was supposedly known for their cocktails.  The interior looked like a giant hall with wooden panels and tall ceilings.  It wasn’t that crowded, and I got a “Huckleberry Jalapeño Margarita’, which was red and adequate.  There wasn’t much I had planned to do next, so I returned to my room for some rest and watched some shows while enjoying my “negative water”.

Dinner time
I left the hotel around 7 pm and made my way to ‘The Rose’, now that I knew its opening time.  Today I chose a drink called “The Last Ryder” and enjoyed the relaxation that a good cocktail lounge offers.  There were a couple more folks at the bar, though it was still quite empty.  I did not mind that at all and took my time with the drink before moving on to my next spot called ‘FIGS’.  It was located inside ‘Hotel Jackson’ and was a “Lebanese Restaurant”, known for their cocktails.  Since there weren’t many options, I decided to stop by, and I was glad that I did.  Not only was my cocktail – called “Bitter End” – good, I enjoyed talking with the bartender, Seamus, discussing our mutual cocktail experiences around the country.  Every single trip I run into folks like this.  Dinner tonight was at another top restaurant in Jackson, called ‘The Kitchen’, which was a part of some restaurant group that pretty much ran the top places in Jackson.  It was a more relaxed layout than last night, and they made some really good food.  It had been another solid choice and after dinner, I once again traveled through the dark streets back to my room for the night.  Tomorrow, I would be going to the premier “National Park” in the nation – ‘Yellowstone’.

To Be Concluded…

A sight to behold!


48. Wyoming – Part 1

Month: September 2018
Location: Jackson Hole, Grand Teton National Park and Yellowstone National Park

Whenever I mentioned to people that I was doing these travels, one of the questions would be, “Have you been to Yellowstone?”.  There are several “National Parks” in the country and I have been to some of those.  But ‘Yellowstone National Park’ remains one of the iconic landmarks that everyone expects you to visit.  So, it was a given that I would be going there as a part of my trip to Wyoming.  Besides that, I also wanted to visit ‘Grand Tetons National Park’, which I was looking forward to more than ‘Yellowstone’.  With 2 parks to cover, I would need additional days and so I decided to take Thursday and Friday off, to make it a really long weekend.

A great introduction to Jackson Hole
I had booked my travel months ahead of time and took a flight into Jackson Hole, Wyoming on a Thursday morning.  Jackson Hole airport is the only commercial airport in the nation that is located inside a “National Park”.  Also, rather that disembarking through a bridge into a terminal, passengers get off outside, on the tarmac, with breathtaking vistas all around.  There are moments when you realize that it is going to be a good visit and being presented with these sights was it for me.  I got into my rental car and started towards downtown Jackson.  It was a single road – “Route 191” - leading there and the rental agent gave me a map pointing towards delays owing to construction at a “roundabout”.  Well, yes there was construction, but the traffic was still moving.  If they thought this was a delay, they should see rush hour in Chicago!  It was a beautiful drive, with the ‘Grand Teton’ range as a backdrop and wide-open spaces all around.

My cozy room
There was a “Visitor’s Center”, welcoming people as the road approached the town.  As I kept driving, there was a definite increase in the number of people as well as businesses.  As with any town, there was a central “square” with a park, around which I could see shops and restaurants.  I continued, though and saw that the road ended at the base of a mountain, with a very steep looking ski slope.  Prior to reaching that, my “GPS” announced that my hotel was around the corner.  I was staying at a place called ‘Antler Inn’, which looked like a good old fashioned “Motel”, though they were charging me a hefty rate.  My parking spot was right outside my room and while it looked shabby on the outside, the interior was warm with wooden panels, resembling a cabin.

Downtown Jackson
I dropped off my stuff and left to get some lunch.  It was a beautiful day and walking down the streets with hills around me, was surreal. It made me think that this would be an outstanding place in winter, with snow on the streets.  Jackson Hole, the region around the town of Jackson, is in fact one of the preeminent skiing destinations in the country and with the “National Parks” around, its not a bad spot for summer visitors either.  Even though I was coming during the end of the tourist season, it was still quite busy, as I made my way to ‘Café Genevieve’.  There was a wait for a table, but I managed to squeeze in at the bar.  I wasn’t planning to get a drink, but then I saw something called “House Bloody Mary with Pig Candy” on the menu.  “Pig Candy” was another word for “Candied Bacon” and as good as that concept sounds, this one was sickly sweet.  I did enjoy my main entrée though, “Huevos Con Chile Verde with Chorizo and Poached Eggs”.

A mounted wagon alright!
Having polished off my meal, I walked through the park towards ‘Jackson Hole Historical Society and Museum’.  I went past some local artisan stores and arrived at a building that looked modest.  Indeed, the museum had just one room of exhibits on local culture, though there was another location a couple of blocks away, and which housed some “Native American” artifacts.  The lady at the counter told me to look for a building with a “mounted wagon” and that was exactly how the other location could be described.  This one was smaller than the first one and it wasn’t long before I was on my way.

There's always time for chocolate
Since I was done earlier than anticipated, I decided to pick up my car and drive to another museum that was a mile or so outside of town.  On the way to the hotel I came across a chocolate shop called ‘Coco Love’, which would have been at home in a major city like Chicago or New York.  While there were some delectable offerings on display, the thing that had brought me inside was a picture of a “Chocolate Covered Gelato Bar” and that’s what I went with.  I devoured it by the time I reached my hotel and I picked up my car and left immediately.

The view from the deck of  "Visitors Center"
I was headed back toward the airport – “Route 191” being the lifeline in and out of town– and stopped at the Visitor’s Center to look around. There were a lot of people waiting to talk with the “Park Rangers” – we were in a “National Park” - at the help desk and after a while, I was getting a bit annoyed.  But the gentleman who helped me was one of the friendliest people you would ever meet and immediately disarmed me.  We discussed an “Aerial Tram” ride nearby and he encouraged me to go on it.  When I asked if there would be enough room on the tram if it was a busy day, he mentioned that the cabin held 100 people, though the pictures did not indicate that.  We also discussed some of the attractions of the ‘Grand Teton National Park’ and it seemed like a great way to spend a day.

At the 'National Museum of Wildlife Art'
The center also had some exhibits and a viewing area on the 2nd floor, looking at the Jackson Hole valley.  Once again, what a sight.  It is incredible to think that people living here get to see this every day.  One of the extraordinary things for me was how “yellow” the landscape looked, as opposed to the lush green that I had seen in Rapid City South Dakota, as if this place was dry.  But even then, it was magnificent.  I got back in my car and drove a mile up the road to ‘National Museum of Wildlife Art’.  I had seen this building, which looked like a stone castle, on my way to town.  It was up a hill, meaning once again, the location offered spectacular views of the valley.

Not much to do for me here
I went inside and bought a ticket on what appeared to be a slow day – well, it was a Thursday after all.  The museum was dedicated to artwork representing wildlife around the world, not just Wyoming.  While it was a good place, I am not someone who is a big fan of wildlife, so I walked through the galleries and then after stepping outside to gaze at the view again, left for my hotel.  There was a grocery store across my hotel, and I bought some water which advertised itself as “infused with negative ions”, whatever that meant, though it tasted like water to me.  Then, since I had plenty of time to spare, I went to my room and saw some shows on my computer.

The entrance to 'The Rose', which was still closed
As with all my travels, I had done my research on cocktail bars and the unanimous consent on the top one was a place called ‘The Rose’.  It was supposed to open at 5:30 pm and since I always like to ensure I am early, I arrived at the location just after.  Well, that was the easy part.  I could see a sign and a flight of stairs leading up, but once upstairs, the doors were locked.  There was another bar down below, which was busy, and I went inside to ask if there was a “secret entrance” through there.  Well, there wasn’t and then after asking a few other business’s around, I knew I was at the right place.  There wasn’t much that I could do, so I moved on to the next place on my list, called ‘Silver Dollar Bar & Grill’.

A lovely evening in Jackson
The bar was located inside ‘Wort Hotel’ and described itself as a “Western-themed” place, though it looked like any other bar to me.  I ordered a drink called “Wytai”, which was Wyoming’s version of “Mai Tai” I suppose – hence the lame name.  It was too sweet, though I had lot of time and so sipped through it.  The countertop had “silver dollar” coins on it, as a reference to the name and while the drink was questionable, I liked the place.  It was a beautiful evening when I came out and the main street was busy with people.  My next destination was ‘Local Restaurant & Bar’, which appeared to be slightly upscale than the earlier one and extremely popular.  I got a seat at the bar and this time my drink – called “The Local” - hit the spot.

'The Rose' - my kind of bar
I still had 45 minutes before my dinner reservations, so I decided to take another run at ‘The Rose’ and I was glad that I did.  Not only was it open, it was exactly what I would have expected from a cocktail lounge, with dim lights, plush seats, a beautiful looking bar and a quirky menu.  It was also quite empty, which suited me just fine.  The place was affiliated to some theater, and I am sure it got busy during showtimes.  I got a drink called “Wonder Boy” whose description read, “Kid tested Mother approved”, because it was made with “Peanut Butter washed Bourbon”, all of which I could taste.  One of the bartenders was on the side experimenting with recipes, which was a sign that these guys took their craft seriously.  I liked this place a lot and it was a shame that I had to leave.  However, like ‘Blind Lion’ in Rapid City, I knew I would be back here for each of the next 2 nights.

A great end to the day
Speaking of “Lions”, a couple of blocks away was Jackson’s contribution to “fine dining”, ‘The Blue Lion’.  They even put “cocktails and fine dining” under their sign.  It looked like a house on the outside, which I have noticed is a growing trend for such restaurants in smaller towns.  Since my table wasn’t ready, I was directed to, what appeared to be a small bar”, though the bartender was at an elevated level.  He was also very busy and when he got to me, I ordered a drink called “Wyoming Whiskey Sagebrush”, which was a “herb infused whiskey sour”.  I was then taken to my table on the second level and as far as “fine dining” restaurants go, these folks did a great job, especially with their service, if not the food.  It was a nice dinner, capped off by a dessert called “Russian Cream”.  The restaurant was at a tricky location, not too far from the hotel, meaning calling for a ride would be meaningless.  However, the streets were dark and would make for an interesting walk.  I decided to just go for it and walked briskly till I go to some busy areas and then back to my room.  It had been a nice first day and set up the rest of the weekend perfectly for my “National Park” visits.

To Be Continued…

Jackson Hole Valley


47. Vermont

Month: August 2018
Location: Burlington

The beautiful State of Vermont
When I lived in Connecticut, there were many mornings in the Fall when we would drive up to Vermont to see the foliage.  There was a place called Bellow’s Falls where we would board a train – after getting some pancakes and maple syrup of course – for a small town of Ludlow.  It was a short ride, but on the way, we could see the beautiful sights of New England.  Then, after spending an hour or so exploring the small town, we would take the train back to Bellow’s Falls and then back home.  That was the only time I visited Vermont.  Now I was headed back, this time all the way to the North – this is a long state – to the shores of 'Lake Champlain' and the town of Burlington.

Busy afternoon in Burlington
I did not have a direct flight and had to connect in New York.  That meant that it was Friday afternoon when I arrived and took a ride to my hotel to drop of my bag.  It was summertime and all the hotels in downtown had been well out of reach in terms of prices, and so I was staying a a couple of miles away.  I did not spend much time in my room and left immediately.  I called for a ride and my driver dropped me off in the middle of the downtown – a very busy downtown.  At the center of everything was a small park and the streets around it were full of people, many sitting outside restaurants and bars, enjoying the afternoon.  Some of the streets were made of bricks and closed to traffic, with vendors having set up station in the middle.  There were boutique shops and art galleries and basically everything that makes a town charming.

The modest 'Burlington City Arts'
My first stop was a place called ‘Burlington City Arts @ The BCA Center’, which had an exhibit made of colored paper and that was pretty much the highlight of the place.  There were a couple of other galleries with photographs, but I was done with the place soon.  I walked through the busy streets and soaked in the ambiance, which was growing on me.  This was a lively place that was celebrating a beautiful summer’s day and I loved it.  I was also about to start my cocktail visits, meaning I was rushing to my first destination, which was a block away from this busy street.

My first stop of the evening
I entered ‘The Daily Planet’ – the bar, not the place where “Superman” works – and saw that it was empty.  It wasn’t so much the time since I had seen plenty of other bars that were full, so I wondered if I had made a mistake coming here. I ordered a drink called “The Homesteader”, which was bright red and based on the taste, this was absolutely the right place to start.  Plus, I had a great conversation with the bartender, Rio, who was studying to be a “Anesthesiologist” at the nearby ‘University of Vermont’.  I enjoyed talking about the cocktail bars across the nation and I mentioned that he might make the best drinks by a medical professional!  Before leaving, Rio told me about a “speakeasy” style hidden bar which I had not found during my research.

Cozy interior of 'The Whiskey Room'
The next set of bars that I would be visiting this evening, were all spread on the streets surrounding the park.  I would literally be visiting bars on all 4 sides!  First up, was a place called ‘The Archives’ which besides serving craft cocktails, also housed a collection of arcade video games.  However, all the patrons were at the bar and I ordered a brilliantly titled drink called “Black Gold”.  After a brief stop, I crossed the street to go to a place called, ‘The Whiskey Room at Ri Ra’, which was a bar within a bar.  ‘Ri Ra’ appeared to be an “Irish Pub” and through a door was an elegant “wood-paneled” room called – you guessed it – ‘The Whiskey Room’.  The menu was on an “iPad” and I ordered an interesting sounding drink called, “Szechuan Manhattan” and because they had it, “Blue Cheese Bacon Chips!”.  Both were worthy selections and I enjoyed my time here.

The informal 'Drink'
Next stop was a place called ‘The Gryphon’ and it seemed like a popular dining spot based on the crowd that was present at this time.  I took my time with a drink called “Mad River Daiquiri”, which helped recharge my battery for the rest of the evening.  I was now on the 3rd side of the rectangular park and visited a place that was appropriately titled, ‘Drink’.  It appeared to be more of a coffee shop than a bar and I ordered a drink called “Wexford” and took a seat at a tall table, looking at all the pictures and posters on the wall.  While this place looked like a coffee shop, my next stop, ‘Monarch and the Milkweed’, was one.

A pleasant evening in Burlington
My research indicated that this place was one of the better-known ones, not only for cocktails, but also for coffee and breakfast.  When I had seen that, I wasn’t sure if I should invest much time in it, since I did not want to go someplace that wasn’t serious about their drinks.  Well, it wasn’t masquerading as a coffee place at this time of the evening and I quite liked the place.  Plus, they made a mean drink called “Escape Artist” and I was definitely glad to have come.  It was a pleasant evening when I stepped outside and since I had some time before dinner, I set-off to locate the “secret” bar that Rio had mentioned to me.  It was called ‘Deli 126’ and the entrance was through a refrigerator door inside a, well, deli.  Unlike some of the other “speakeasies”, it had a very relaxed ambiance on the other side with most of the tables and bar area occupied.  After a drink I went next door to my dining destination, ‘Bistro de Margot’, which – no surprise – was a “French” restaurant.  It was a nice dinner capped off by a “Chocolate Mousse”, after which I called a ride back to my hotel and retired for the day.

A beautiful day for a wagon ride
It was a beautiful day as I took a ride south of town to a place called ‘Shelburne Farms’.  They offered guided tours of the property while riding a wagon and I wasn’t going to miss out on that!  I got a ticket for the full tour, which would take almost 2 hours and would also include “cheese tasting” at the end.  There were a few other folks besides me in the wagon, that was being pulled by a truck, and we set off.  If I thought that it was beautiful day earlier, being in that wagon with rolling hills around me, elevated this to another level.  As we went through the farm, our very capable guide pointed out different landmarks, such as the barns where cows were housed.  One of the main products of this place is cheese and the cows are well cared for, with wide open grazing areas which would put a Vegas buffet to shame!

It was a picture perfect property
We drove past the shores of ‘Lake Champlain’ and as beautiful as it looked, our guide told us how infrequently it has frozen over recent winter’s, thanks to “global warming”.  Our next stop was an Inn on the premises, and it was a fantastic looking brick building with warm, wood paneled interior.  It was a historic building, from the 19th century, that had been restored in the late 80’s.  Our guide told us some of the stories of the family that built this, and then we went outside.  I haven’t stayed in too many resorts or manors, but from what I have seen in movies, there is usually a pristine lawn where people can stretch out on comfortable “pool chairs”.  Then there is a garden, a pond with lilies, all leading up to a lake.  This place checked all these boxes and spectacularly.

The inn on the banks of the lake
Our guide told us to walk around and assemble back in 15 minutes to continue the tour.  I made full use of that time to revel in the beauty of the place and once again, it was a perfect day to be here.  The vista of the lake against this backdrop could have been a location in Europe.  I took some pictures and walked about in the garden, before meeting my group and boarding the wagon.  Now, I would always choose to stay in downtown of any city that I visit.  However, for those coming to Burlington for some relaxation, staying here would be the best way to experience Vermont.

Cheese making at the farm
With Vermont being one of the primary producers of “Cheddar Cheese”, it was no surprise that we would be seeing that over on this farm.  Sure enough, our next stop was at the farm to see cheese making.  We were taken to a room and behind a glass we saw the cheese making process in a mini-pool sized vessel.  The truck comes in with the milk and we saw a pipe fitting on the outside of the building where the milk could be transferred inside, thus starting the process.  The cows over here provide 50 pounds of milk daily, so there is a lot of cheese to be made. 

I was glad to have come here
Our next stop was a termed as “Sustainability Classroom”, where kids, well all visitors really, learned about sustainable farming.  ‘Shelburne Farms’ proudly stated its mission as a nonprofit organization that wanted to “inspire and cultivate learning for a sustainable future”.  They want to educate the next generation on what it takes to improve the quality of life on our planet and as a part of that, invite students to come and learn over here.  We saw some posters and material on the same, as well as some “hands-on” activities that they can take part in.  It was a fantastic place and made me appreciate the tour more.

Brunch at 'Penny Cluse Cafe'
There was more to the farm here, including a café, and most of my fellow visitors choose to stay behind.  It was just me and another person, besides the guide, who returned on the wagon to the starting point.  The last part of the tour was “cheese tasting” and only I chose to do that.  So, the guide and I sat at a picnic table and enjoyed some “cheddar” from the farm we had just visited.  I talked to her about the place and how much I had enjoyed myself here, and then it was time to call a ride back to the downtown.  The lady who picked me up was chatty and we talked about the restaurants and bars and she told me to visit a brewery she worked at, and even gave me a note for 6 free samples!  I said that I would try to make it there, though my evening was quite busy.  She also approved my choice for brunch – ‘Penny Cluse Café’.

A busy "Farmers Market"
The restaurant was located inside, what looked like a house from outside.  There was a wait for a table, but I spotted an opening at the counter and pounced on it.  It was a nice brunch and I could see why this place was so popular.  I was headed towards the waterfront but wanted to stop by the “Saturday Farmers Market”, which was being held on park around which all the bars and restaurants were located.  There were several vendors selling fresh produce as well as other goodies and I just couldn’t pass up on freshly made “Maple Cream Soda” at “Rookies Root Beer” stall.  Based on the long lines, they seemed to be popular with the locals.  It was delicious and a perfect cure for a hot day.  I do enjoy visiting “Farmer’s Markets”, for there is something so relaxing about walking amongst people who always seem to be in a good mood.  Maybe its all the flowers and the smells.

Next stop was the "Science and Nature Museum"
On the lakefront was ‘ECHO, Leahy Center for Lake Champlain’, which was the local “Science and Nature Museum”.  It has usually been my practice to visit such museums in different cities and while this one had a fantastic location and a modern building, it was fairly modest in its content.  There were the usual areas for kids for “hands on stuff” as well as educational material on the history of the region and its topography.  For me, the best room was a life-sized recreation of a 1876 boat called “The General Butler”, a ship that was caught in a storm and sank just off-shore from Burlington.  That was just one of hundreds of sunken ships in ‘Lake Champlain’ and make up Vermont’s “Historic Underwater Preserve”.  There is also an early 17th century legend about a large creature that lives beneath the waters, which I am sure spooks the kids.

A walk along 'Lake Champlain'
I walked through the rest of the museum and then strolled along the trail that made up ‘Waterfront Park’, which followed the lake shore.  While not quite same as the one in Chicago, it was a nice to walk while watching some sail boats in the lake and other people enjoying the day.  There were other places that I wanted to visit this afternoon, and so I called a ride to go to ‘Fleming Museum of Art’, which was located on the campus of ‘University of Vermont’.  Having visited the art museum last month at ‘Princeton University’, I was looking forward to seeing another one that was affiliated to a University.  My driver dropped me and left, only for me to discover that the museum was closed.  And then it took 15 minutes for another car to get here.

The grounds of 'Ethan Allen Homestead'
A few miles outside of town was ‘Ethan Allen Homestead’, a historic house and museum from late 18th century.  I arrived there, just after the last tour of the day had departed, meaning that I wouldn’t be able to visit the house.  However, they said that I was welcome to watch a short film about the place and then walk about the grounds.  Since I had nothing else to do, I decided to stick around.  I learned that Ethan Allen was a 18th century public figure who helped Vermont achieve Statehood.  Well, since I wasn’t going to be learning much about the house, I set off on a walk around the estate.  There was a trail going past some fields and into the woods.  I eventually reached a pond and then walked back, just as the museum was closing.  Then started one of the more alarming episodes of my travels.

I thought that I would have to spend the night here!
I have been using “Uber” and more recently “Lyft” extensively to get around and it has rarely let me down.  But today, I was struggling to get connection and when I did, I was unable to find a ride.  Plus, there was no one to help me make a call to nearby cab companies.  Furthermore, this location wasn’t exactly accessible by foot.  After what seemed line an eternity, I finally found a ride and while I would have frowned at the 15-minute wait, today I was grateful.  I was certainly ready for a drink.

The main street of Winooski
I was going to a town called Winooski, which was just outside of Burlington, for my first couple of stops.  I arrived at a place called ‘Mule Bar’, where I got a drink called “Jungle Fever”, which was a good start.  Next door was a place called ‘Misery Loves Co.’, which was another one of those “farm to table restaurants” with descriptive menu’s and "tweezer driven chefs”.  In other words, my kind of place.  They also made great cocktails, as was evident by my drink, “Satin Sheets”.  I enjoyed this place and this town wasn’t a bad detour.

Next stop at 'Pizza Verita'
I took a ride to a place called “ArtsRiot”, which advertised itself as a good place for cocktails, but appeared to be an “events venue”.  As I walked in, I saw a huge room which could host a concert, and a group of folks having a discussion.  They mentioned that the place was closed for the evening since they did indeed have an event, and so that was that!  This place was a few blocks away from downtown and now that I had time, I started walking back.  I came to a place called ‘Pizzeria Verita’, which I had planned to skip, well, because of the name, which did not inspire much confidence in the quality of their drinks.  I was however mistaken, since not only was my drink – named “Brooklyn to Burlington” – good, I liked the overall ambiance.  It was dinner time and this place was packed.  It definitely looked more than just a pizzeria.

"Old Fashioned Flight" at 'Mad River Distillers'
My next stop was ‘Mad River Distillers’, which was located in the heart of the action and one of the popular drinking spots in Burlington.  As the name suggests, they were known for distilling all things good in this world and I saw something called “Old Fashioned Flight” and that was that.  There were small pours of 3 types – “Classic”, “New England”, and “Burlington”, which had a maple flavor.  I also got a plate of “Vermont Brie” and that complimented the drinks very well.  I liked this place and if there weren’t other places to visit, I could have gladly stayed here.

The basement of 'Half Lounge'
Around the central square was a place called ‘Half Lounge’.  The name suggested a place with comfortable chairs and craft cocktails, but to my surprise, it looked like a bar version of a “Take-out restaurant”, with a small bar and one bench.  I asked if there was a place to sit and they said that there was a room in the basement.  So, I took my drink called, “The Prince” and went to a basement room, with wood panels wooden furniture.  It looked like something beneath a ships deck and it was as hot as any basement can get.  I was the only person in there and after hastily having a few sips, I left for the next place.

The alley to get to 'Lincoln's'
In an alley next to this place was another hidden bar called ‘Lincoln’s’, though its entrance was well publicized.  There was a heavy door, resembling a vault to get in and I was getting ready to take a picture.  Just then a gentleman came running outside, completely out of breath, telling me that photography was prohibited.  He would have made Paul Revere proud, and I respected his wishes.  The interior was like a “Dive Bar” and it reminded me of its namesake in Portland, Maine.  Like that place, this was “cash only”, and had simple “mixer” drinks.  I got a “Rum and Diet” and grabbed a seat at a tall table, observing the paranoid gentleman watch the exterior on a small screen like a hawk. 

Another fine evening
It was a beautiful evening as I walked to my final stop prior to dinner, and it was called ‘Juniper Bar & Restaurant’, located inside the famous ‘Hotel Vermont’.  It was by far the most expensive hotel and all things considered, it looked a bit underwhelming.  I got a drink called “Wooden Anniversary” and bided my time till my dinner reservations.  It was place next door called ‘Hen of the Wood’ and it was supposedly the most popular restaurant in Burlington.  That was clearly evident in how crowded the place was, so much so that my reservation meant nothing.  I still had to wait almost 30 minutes for my table and decided to get a cocktail in the interim.  I saw something called “Northern Exposure”, which is also the title of one of my all-time favorite TV shows.  Alas, the drink was terrible and coupled with the wait, I was getting annoyed.  I finally got a table and the food was fine as was the service.  However, the best part of coming here was that on the next table was Rio, the anesthesiologist-bartender from yesterday, who was out on a date.  He recognized me and I give him a report on my bar visits over the last couple of days, saying that his cocktail was one of the best.  After exchanging phone numbers, I called a ride back to my hotel.

In all of their wisdom, “Jet Blue Airlines”, had decided to bring forward my flight to New York, ahead by 2 hours, thinking it would be better for me to wait at the airport rather than get brunch here.  So, the only thing I did in the morning was check-out of my hotel and go to the airport, for a layover which was as boring as I had anticipated.  This trip concluded my visits to the 6 New England States, all of which had been pleasant.  This was probably 2nd only to Portland, Maine, and I had enjoyed my time here.  Burlington is a vibrant city, with plenty of fun things to do in downtown, as well as pristine nature on the outskirts.  My trip to ‘Shelburne Farms’ yesterday was probably one of the highlights of all of my visits.  If I come back here again, I am sure that I would enjoy the city just as much.