Brattleboro Vermont What Started With Fireworks Ended in Zen
Ill get past the bad part quickly. Basically we showed up at an award-winning KOA campground and stood at our site shaking our heads in disbelief. Our spot (which we reserved in March) was postage-stamp sized with a chained down garbage can and a shared hookup with a gigantic RV next to us. The water hookup was leaking and there was an electric wire hanging down from it. The idea of our boys on this campsite for 3 days made me feel like bursting into tears.
Jeremy was adamant about leaving and finding another campground but the thought of loading the boys back into the car also made me feel like bursting into tears. They were such champs for six hours and I didnt feel like I could take the wailing that would occur if we tried to strap them back in. There was huffing and puffing and a bit of pacing on my part. But he talked me into it and thank God. We went down the road and scored the largest, most private campsite that we have ever stayed at (campground review with photos forthcoming.) And then Jeremy drove back up the road and scored a full refund on our reserved campsite (KOA corporate policy, he had to remind the boy behind the desk).
After our first two hours in Brattleboro, things got better by the minute. We woke up to gray skies on Sunday morning and the rain started drizzling down a bit later. Not to worry-I do not shy away from doing any outdoor activities in the rain. Our boys will get soaking wet on a cloudless day with not a pool, lake, or ocean in sight. They manage to find a puddle or a fountain or a hose. The perfect thing to do on a rainy summer morning in Vermont? Pick your own strawberries at Harlows Sugar House. Fields for miles, unlimited fruit buffet, and not another soul in sight. Next time you wake up to a drizzle, try fruit picking. It will do your soul good.
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