Friday 19th October 2018

Woke up to find the Sox ran out winner and AL champions after folding on to win 4-1 last night.

Yay.

It was a warmer morning at least, just, and the sky was clearing of clouds, all we had to do was find some foliage. Jools’ idea was to check online, and turns out there was good reports from the far east of the state beside Lake Champlain. And as that was the way I planned to get us to leave the state; perfect.

We had a simple breakfast, but with coffee. I even tried my hand at the waffle machine, and so got half done waffles, but still pretty good.

We throw our stuff n the back of the car, deciding to pack “later”, and with the bill paid, we could leave. Jools set the sat nav, and it took us down rolling roads, down deep shadowed valleys and up over sunbathed passes until we passed under I-87, and the land flattened out.

And here was the foliage we had dreamed of. Not majestic views of foliage filled valleys reflected in lakes, but stunning in their own way. We took the lakeside road that wound its way along the shores of Lake Champlain, rolling with the landscape, with views and vistas opening up and closing of in metres.

We stop a couple of times near the shore to snap the scene, but not quite what we had in mind, but as we had the places to ourselves, still good.

We made our way to the first bridge over the lake, near to Port Henry. I had been this way before and remembered a diner made from an old railroad coach, but we could not find it.

Instead, once over the bridge and in Vermont, there was a place to eat, so we stop and find the staff stressed and in a very sarcastic mood, but being Brits we lapped it up. We ate well, good honest foo. A Ruben for me and fried clam sandwich for Jools.

We drove into Vermont, stunned by its beauty; rolling countryside, red farm buildings, and tree-topped hills. We followed the sat nav as it directed us south through small towns, some with colleges until we hit the interstate, and from then it was a race to see if we would reach the airport in time, as the traffic around Boston would be dreadful.

Down through Vermont, into New Hampshire and finally into Massachusetts nearing Boston all the time. Traffic got heavier and heavier, but we made good time. Road signs suggested a 45 minute delay, but we made it to the airport at six after battling through traffic to the new tunnels created during the “Big Dig”.

We dropped the hire car off, packed the cases and walked to the shuttle bus to take us to the terminal.

A short wait at check in, another at security, but we were through and in the bar by half six, with three hours to kll. So, here I am writing on last time of our travels in the US, tomorrow we will be back home, and on Sunday we get the cats back

So, the world turns….