fall into vermont

I seriously do love this time of year here. It makes the harsh winters seem somewhat bearable when you can bask in the beauty that is Vermont in September and October.

Today we took a drive up to Boyden Valley Farm (home of my favorite local winery... maple wine, anyone?!) to the Pumpkin Chuckin' Festival. Yep, you read that right. We had high hopes for what sounded like an awesome fall festival, trebuchets and all, but perhaps our hopes were a little too high as we were a bit disappointed. Oh well. It was the first year, so we'll give it a shot again next year maybe. At least the $5/person entry fee was going to a good cause. We did have the opportunity to stock up on our favorite wines however and venture into quaint little Jeffersonville for lunch with our friends, Brian and Karri, who we see far too infrequently.

Here's Karri examining our ketchup, or lack thereof.

We decided to take the long way home and drive up through Smuggler's Notch to play "fall foliage tourist" for the afternoon. Stowe is always a pretty drive.

Gotta love driving through this part of the Notch.
One car at a time; wait your turn.

Days like today make me stop and think, "whoa, I live here," and I love every second of it.