It’s summer, so it’s time to get away from it all.
I did so for three days over the Fourth.
Getting away from it all is what vacations are really about.
Three days may not seem to offer much time to bring that off, but son Steve and I did by visiting his slightly older brother, Andy and his family up in Moretown, Vermont.
Three days in Vermont is getting away from it all?
With the main attraction being the Fourth of July parade in Montpelier?
We left Steve’s home in Amesbury at one fifteen in rain promising weather on Tuesday of last week.
Two hours later deluges were made whole as we drove blindly across the Connecticut river bridge from New Hampshire to Vermont,
“That was different,” I said some ten minutes later as we left the thinning edges of the downpour for fifteen minutes of sunshine before the first of its successors fell upon us.
Steve said the experience of the rain-made midnight at the bridge and beyond for a few miles topped all his years of commuting.
The post weather wrapups in Vermont barely made a ripple of it.
I wasn’t surprised.
Vermonters make do. Always have. Pray that they always will.
It’s one of our smaller states: 2012 population? 626,011.
Rhode Island is smaller, but population? 1,050,000.
Rhode Island is kind of crammed in between Massachusetts and Connecticut.
Vermonters aren’t crammed into anything despite other changes elsewhere over time.
There are more of them than once was -- those come to escape from wherever but bringing some of it with them, and others doing whatever it takes to keep it as it has for so long been.
If you get to Montpelier visit Vermont’s History Museum. It is so Vermont from its Abernathy roots to what it has become.