DAY 3: GREAT UNCLE STANLEY'S

As you might imagine for veteran roadtrippers like us, going from anywhere in Vermont to anywhere in New Hampshire is a relatively easy trip. So day three was all about the casual drive and the random stopping points to see what we could see.

Great views of the mountains and gas stations smelling of freshly baked goods and maple syrup will be my lasting memory of Vermont.

I believe it was Puff Daddy that said "Vote or Die." Obviously, voting is part of living free. What a ripoff.


Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine are full of completely random beaches that pop up along their many beautiful lakes.


From there, it was easy to find the route to Great Uncle Stanley's (G.U.S.)


The view from GUS's back porch...



...and beyond.

The only problem was, we met some of GUS's neighbors at the other end of the lake, and ended up having a little too much fun with them, considering we needed to wake up early to drive to Maine and run a 5K. Beers, 45 minutes of sleep and canoeing home at 4:15 am does not equal world record race times. In fact, it hardly equals any fun at all.