The day kicked off with coffee and catching up with my cousins while reminiscing about old Staten Island. Lots of laughs, lots of “remember when,” and just enough caffeine to power a small city.
It was a brisk morning in the low 30s, and tonight it’s dipping to 24. I guess Vermont’s just trying to get me ready for Calgary, Mother Nature’s walk-in freezer. 🥶
First stop: Moss Glen Falls in Stowe. A short but scenic hike, emphasis on short but mostly stairs. Still, the waterfall made it worth the quad workout.
Next up was Warren Falls, which, let’s just say… didn’t exactly bring the thunder. More like a polite trickle. I think after being through all the powerful Canadian waterfalls, I am spoiled.
Then I went for Moss Glen Falls in Granville, or at least, I tried to. The bridge to it was closed and apparently “unstable.”
After that, I cruised into Barre, Vermont, where I scored some prosciutto, capicola (“gabagool” for the real ones), provolone, and a loaf of Italian bread that could double as a pillow, a crunchy pillow. Sadly, I won’t be here for lunch tomorrow, but my inner Italian would have been deeply satisfied.
I wrapped up the day back at my cousin’s place for more laughs, stories, and dinner, basically, the Italian trifecta.
Along the drives today, the trees were showing off, fiery reds, blazing oranges, and glowing yellows everywhere. It looked like Vermont decided to go full Instagram filter in real life. Every turn felt like driving through a live postcard, so amazing it almost made up for the closed bridge and weak waterfalls.
Tomorrow’s a marathon: Fort Ticonderoga, then the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown. About seven hours of driving ahead, so basically, just me, the open road, and way to many Red Bulls. 
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