In Manchester, Vermont

As the title subtly suggests, I'm currently posting from the town of Manchester, Vermont. Well, probably just outside the town of Manchester, Vermont to be more accurate. I'm in a motel called Northshire Motel (or something to that extent), which is pretty much the same as any relatively cheap motel. It has a pool, which I probably won't use, a small selection of videos you can rent from the main office (for free), some coffee which tasted a tad gritty to me, and no room #13.

The last couple of days have been pretty crazy by my standards. I don't think I got any sleep on the flight here, which I pretty much expected, but I forgot to take into account the fact that it's a little too warm to comfortably drink coffee here. I still do of course, at just about every opportunity I get, but it's just not very comfortably. The first day here (yesterday) we did some shopping for school supplies and the like. I pretty much just got whatever supplies I thought I might need (like a 60 pack of really cheap pens), though there are a few things I still want to get, like some socks, underwear, disposable razors, and probably a couple other things I can't think of right now.

After the shopping, we went to the Ben and Jerry's factory, which was sort of similar to the Tillimook Cheese factory, but more crowded. And with less cheese. It was super-high calorie fun! Seriously, I'm pretty sure I took in so many calories yesterday that I could have gone all day without eating today except for the occasional snack here and there. I think my favorite part about Ben and Jerry's was the Flavor Graveyard, which was a small mock cemetary of flavors they had discontinued. I think I mostly liked it because it was the least crowded place on the property, probably on account of it also being the place furthest away from the factory (except for some parking).

It also went nicely with Vermont's theme of having a lot of cemetaries everywhere you go. In Oregon, we have lots of space, so we just set aside huge areas of land for burying dead people. In Vermont, they have signifactly less space, so they just have a lot of little cemetaries. Also, most of the cemetaries here are older than a lot of the topsoil in Oregon. Not that really ancient topsoil you find in places of the state that don't get a lot of rain, but a good percentage of the topsoil nonetheless.

We stayed the night at a quaint (you'll probably see me use that word a lot) little bed and breakfast in Castleton, Vermont. They had a cat there that was the same breed as Polly, smallish and black with hints of white in certain areas. It seemed to be mostly run by a scottish lady, who was very nice and fit the place perfectly. Her husband was also around and did the cooking for breakfast, but he didn't seem so interesting in actually interacting with people. I had meant to get up early and go for a walk around the area, but that plan got kicked in the head when I passed out sometime around 10 (I think) and woke up sometime around 8. Earlier than I used to get up at home (during the summer at least), but not early enough to really experience the morning.

Most of today was just spent driving around to various places and eventually ending up in the Manchester area. I would have liked to do some hiking, but by the time we got around to finding a place, it was too late to really get any done. I'd like to do some tomorrow, but we'll probably be spending most of our time driving to Woodstock, Vermont, so we'll see.

Anyways, I think that's all the writing I have in my right now. I've still got some sleep to catch up on, so I'm going to do that now and hopefully I'll be able to post here tomorrow. Goodnight.