Moose V. Chevrolet

We did manage to spot a moose during daylight. This medium-sized bullmoose sauntered from the watery gulch, on to Route 100, and back, again and again. Combine moose unpredictability, near-accident flashbacks, and 16 hours of drenching rain and you get a Chevy HHR in the ditch.
No damage done to us or the vehicle, and thanks to incredibly helpful and chatty Vermonters, we were on our way again in 90 minutes. For the record, the least helpful drivers are those with tiny, British sports cars who seem hell-bent on crashing their tiny, British sports cars on curving mountain roads into large, American moose.

Ice Cream, Ice Cream, We All Leave I-89 At Exit 10 For Ice Cream

The Ben & Jerry's factory tour in Waterbury Center, Vermont is kind of worth the price of admission. You do get to sample some, in our case, Creme Brulee ice cream, but don't bother visiting on Saturday if you're interested in seeing the product manufactured. The highlight of the stop is the Flavor Graveyard where the poorly received and poorly conceived ice creams of yore are buried and eulogized with snappy and clever epitaphs.

But is there more to the story? We found only about 20 headstones. Where are the rest of the flavors buried? In unmarked graves in highway ditches? In the cow pasture? In a file cabinet drawer at Unilever headquarters? The same corporation that owns SlimFast?!?

Don't Squish The Father Of Our Country

The Fairbanks Museum in lovely St. Johnsbury contains some fine examples of, um, natural history and lots and lots of dead birds, but what I'll remember is this tribute to General and President George Washington made entirely of dead butterflies and beetles.