As promised (I’m really working on follow-through here), here is Part II of my glorious holiday in New England. If you are noticing an inordinate number of photos of water, that is because I photographed ever single river and stream I came across. I am not exaggerating. I love water. (What a stupid statement. But, it’s true.) I find it to be absolutely beautiful. If you disagree, I suggest you stop reading now and just return next week for another cute outfit post. But, I digress. I took a break from the misery that is cross-country moving to take a road trip to Woodstock. Not the mud-bathing, nipple-bearing Woodstock you’re probably picturing (that one’s in New York and I’m about 45 years too late), but charming little Woodstock, VT. Literally named the “quintessential New England village,” Woodstock is straight out of the movies. Full of quaint, restored buildings and mom-and-pop shops, all with a river running alongside the darling town. It is easy to see why it is on most of New England’s must-see lists.
Here are a few of my faves in Woodstock, VT:
I rarely come across a farmers’ market I dislike and this was no exception. Brimming with local produce and baked goods, this was a perfect place to pickup lunch (which I did). Also of note were the Vermont-made products, such as bath soap, honey and maple syrup. Such a fun place just to browse and pick up an item or two.
Central Street The main drag of Woodstock, so to speak. I wandered in and out of the shops here. Though the shopping is nothing to write home (or blog) about, it was charming none the less. And, if you get bored, you can always look at the river.
An English major, I have a soft spot for print. (Yes, the irony that I am blogging about this is not lost on me.) So Vermont’s oldest independent bookshop was an obvious destination.
See previous paragraph about my love of literature.
Mountain Creamery Vermont is known for having amazing dairy (the Cabot cheese is out of control). I knew that my diet would have to take a backseat for one afternoon so that I could enjoy some of the state’s famous ice cream. The consensus was that Mountain Creamery offers Woodstock’s best scoops and it did not disappoint. Don’t skimp on the waffle cones; they’re homemade.I leave you with my favorite part of Woodstock (besides the ice cream): the river. Come to think of it, put those two together and you’ve really got something. Oh well. Next time.