August 24, 2012
Anne and I had been trying to visit as many of the Vermont State Parks as possible before the summer was over. Each one seemed to have a unique character of its own. The formula for our day was basically to either pack a picnic lunch or stop at a deli to pick up sandwiches and chips and head for the selected state park. I did research beforehand to find out about the fishing possibilities, not that fishing was a primary objective. In addition, I tried to find an obscure route to get there that would provide other things of interest to see or do. Kinda like a Robert Frost road less traveled.
On this adventure, Bomoseen State Park was our choice. Lake Bomoseen was quite a bit larger than most of the bodies of water we had visited so far. The drawback to that was more people and more boats. Most places that we had been did not allow gas motors to be used at all, which I really like.
Little did we realize when we headed out that our route along the Stone Valley Byway was in reality "the land that time forgot". The corn was six to seven feet high, but not high enough to hide the dinosaurs that seemingly roamed at will. 
I tried my best to catch one to take home, It would have been a wonderful present for Quinn and Barrett. Believe me, those things are incredibly strong.
I had to get a picture of this little church. Love the spires!
We arrived at Bomoseen and it was a gorgeous day. I fished a little with no luck, but it was a beautiful lake to paddle. While I was out in the kayak, Anne read. We had a great spot by the lake for our picnic.
We wove our way home along a network of back roads. Found a neat farm stand that sold a little of everything. I bought a new bird feeder for a good price. The feeders were actually made by a guy in Townshend that we had known.
They also did some interesting things at the farm with round hay bales. 
As always, Anne had to get fresh corn ... she is insatiable for corn on the cob.
A few miles down the road, we came upon an extraordinary sight. There was a huge, flat-topped boulder alongside the road. Someone had constructed oversized chairs for it and created a giant roadside dinner table. 
Once a teacher always a teacher. We ended our day of adventure checking out this schoolhouse. It was steeping back in time to see it. 
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