It was one of those last minute, spontaneous decisions. I’m not even sure how we landed on the topic, but all of a sudden everyone whipped out their phone or tablet and was asking me the name of the antique store, the name of the brewery, and before I knew it a trip was planned.
We drove to Vermont, through the mountains at one point which were covered in snow. Ice coated the sides of the mountain rocks while icicles hung from the edges. Water flowed easily in the streams, over snow capped rocks and boulders and under fallen trees. The evergreens and leafless branches of other trees were dusted with snow. The ground appeared to have a fresh coating, bringing back memories of February. It was beautiful. Once we were out of the higher points in elevation the snow lessened until the landscape gave way to grass and bare trees.
The town itself was small and quaint. (At least that’s the impression I got.) I also picked up somewhat of an artsy vibe, but that could’ve been due to the couple murals and many other art related things I saw while exploring.
Old buildings towered above the sidewalk. Some had painted images of flowers or the sun. Some places had writing and were tagged with graffiti. I found one building along a side street that had a heart drawn on the door. A little ways down, on what looked like a garage door, was a smaller heart drawn in the middle of the peeling blue paint.
The antique store was in one of these old buildings lining the street. I was blown away as soon as I walked in and knew I could easily spend hours searching for little treasures. I usually know what I’m searching for, but love spending time looking at all the other things. This place had clothes, shoes, books, tables and chairs and other furniture, dishes, typewriters, and many other things. It was three floors, with the main floor being the one you enter into, so there was also an upstairs and downstairs. The store had the same scent most antique places do. Some people might say it’s the smell of dust and old things. I say it’s the smell of age and history and little treasures. I’m not sure how long we were there, but I know I could’ve spent hours.
The brewery wasn’t really my thing. I would’ve been happy to spend another hour in the antique store and fully explore the town, but I went for the others. (After all, they went antiquing with me.) Inside the brewery smelled of hops and grains and yeast. It was small, but had a nice atmosphere. The music was good, the bartender was nice and the establishment was dog friendly. Plus there was a pinball machine in the corner. (Unfortunately I didn’t have any quarters.) They seemed to specialize in sour beers, which most of the people I was with enjoyed.
Near the brewery there was a small park with benches. Over one of the benches someone had painted a red heart with a halo and wings. I’m not sure what it was about that simple piece of art, but I liked it.
Towering over the concrete wall backing the park was a church steeple. I left our group and wondered around to the other side. It seemed so close and I wanted to explore more of the town before we left. Luckily the church was directly around the corner, standing tall as it’s steeples reached toward the sky. It was built of brick with red doors and stained glass windows. I thought it was beautiful. That’s when I saw another old church down the street.
I’m not sure what drew me to it, but I thought it’s white structure was bright and beautiful against the blue backdrop of the sky. This church was also complete with stained glass windows. It’s steeple stretched toward the wispy clouds and was topped with a golden weathervane.
By now the other people in our group were calling me back. I wanted to keep going, to keep exploring, but they were my ride home. All in all it was a beautiful day in a pretty cool town, but I felt like there was still so much to see. As I walked back to them, I made a mental note to return another day.