Woodstock is a quaint shire town that feels like stepping back in time. The architecture is amazingly rich with detail and history. There are many homes that were built before 1830. That means they were already 100 years old before the Great Depression! It’s hard not to stand there without imagining how different life must have been. Many homes are intact, much as they were hundreds of years ago.
What struck me while driving across Vermont was the lack of billboards. Apparently, there is a toll free number for tourists to call and talk to a live person with information about things to do and places to see while visiting Vermont. Walking around Woodstock, it also struck me that all the curbs were made of granite. No concrete curbs anywhere. Everyone seemingly has a red barn and many of the homes looked to be multiple buildings, joined together over the decades. I’m assuming this is for practical reasons due to the extreme cold during the winter. It’s been said there are two seasons in Vermont — winter and preparing for winter.
Some day soon, I hope to return to Vermont to visit new friends and old ones. The thunderstorms were just as I remembered from growing up in the Midwest. Booming thunder, bolts of lighting and rain that fell so hard you had to pull over and wait for it to pass. I’d go back just for a few days of that, but I hear Fall is spectacular as well. Of course, Vermontians are best known for their maple syrup. Here are a few of my favorite images from Woodstock, I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed being there.