A Return to Stowe

Nothing says “Vermont Winter” like driving to the quaint little village of Stowe on a cold snowy day and passing dozens of Subarus heading to the slopes! Rick and I gawked over the dozens of charming “Bed and Breakfasts” that dotted the windy roads. There is something very appealing about the classic house or barn painted red with white trim. We see it everywhere out here. We love it!

I made Rick do a 360 after zooming past these horses pulling sleighs!!! Are you kidding me? Horses pulling sleighs!? Is this 1898? What a novel idea! I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. I wanted all the details. I got out of the car, walked over to the lady who was running the show and asked how much the sleigh ride would cost. “How many people?” She asked. “Two!” Was my hopeful reply. I walked slowly back to the car, somewhat laughing. I opened the door, looked at Rick and said, “$55 bucks a couple!!!” (For 30 minutes) OUCH! Maybe when we’re out of Med School! Until then, we’ll continue dreaming about snuggling up in a sleigh, being pulled by horses, over the river and through the woods of Vermont.

The Real Santa of Burlington is in our ward!