Trip 14 - Enosburg

This morning was sunny and lovely, so Mex, Kayla and I decided do take our first short 251 Club trip together before the thunderstorms came back.

Stymied in Fletcher at the beginning of our trip!

All the cows had crossed in a few minutes, so we didn't have long to wait.

An account of our journey to Enosburg below.

'twas an interesting experience, to say the least, trying to handle two dogs and deal with the camera stuff, all solo!  Quite fun, too. 

The Dogz are rarin' to go!

Mex knows the drill by now, but Kayla was more interested in sniffing the door than sitting for the camera.

Behind us on the left is a bridge that crosses the Missisquoi and has been made into a mini park with benches, flower boxes, and covered with the bricks (regular red ones and grey memorial or sponsor stones) you see in the first shot.

We basically headed up the same route we took on our last trip, then hung a right onto Route 105 toward Enosburg (history, demographics):

One of the six towns (others being Berkshire, Richford, Montgomery, Wyllis (now Jay) and Westfield) granted in 1780 as a means of raising money to pay for Vermont's participation in the Revolution. Many of the state's founding fathers (Tom Chittenden, several Fays) were among the grantees; it is named for General Roger Enos, who had been commander of all Vermont forces; he was also Ira Allen's father-in-law.

While a Connecticut resident, Enos had served with colonial troops, rising to rank of Colonel of the Second Connecticut Regiment. He commanded the rear guard under Benedict Arnold in the 1775 expedition to Quebec. Enos turned back with his troops, most of whom were ill, and was accused of cowardice and desertion, but eventually acquitted. Leaving Continental service, he moved to Vermont, where he came to be considered second to none in military matters, and gained the high esteem of the populace.

Enosburg Falls:

Side of the generator house, or whatever it is.

Enosburg Falls from the bridge looking toward my car parked to the right of the red building.

The other bridge over Enosburg Falls is VT Route 108.  West (left) heads into town, East goes to Berkshire and completes our loop back home through Jeffersonville and Cambridge.

I think they did a nice job with this.  Could've just destroyed the bridge, I guess, but this is a clever solution.

One point of interest we didn't actually check out, but saw all along Route 105 and the river was the MVRT:

The Missisquoi Valley Rail-Trail (MVRT) [is] a rural, 26-mile trail nestled in the mountainous northwest corner of Vermont.

The MVRT provides trail users - many of whom take to the crushed limestone trail on snowmobiles, cross-country skis or snowshoes this time of year - with direct access to the heart of northern Vermont's dairy country. As the MVRT winds its way northeast from St. Albans to Richford, just south of the Québec border, trail users enjoy picturesque views of Franklin County's farms, forests, fields and wetlands. The trail's original railroad right-of-way, the Central Vermont Railway's Richford Branch, never exceeds a grade of three percent, making it the perfect venue to spend a relaxing time enjoying the postcard images the trail offers.

Heading out of town:

I don't know why, I just liked this web of wires with the street sign.

I should've taken a picture of the official street signs, too.  They have cows on them.  Makes sense since Franklin County is the #1 milk producing area in Vermont, and Enosburg hosts some sort of dairy festival every summer.

Presumably Hayes Farm!

Shall we go home and get some treats?

Alas, I was a bit distracted and totally forgot to visit the Hopkins covered bridge.  Doh!  Well, I'll do that on my own another time--not sure the Dogz would've cared either way.

ntodd

Comments

[watertiger]

C'mon babies, slip us some tongue!

Great shots.

[Uncle Smokes]

I've often wondered what the Dogz--particularly Mex, who seems to love the camera as much as it does Mex--think about when you put that contraption in front of your face.

By the way, here's the falls on the Big Sioux River, for which Sioux Falls is named. Tremble before its moderately sized, brown-green majesty!

[flory]

Looks like everybody had a good time. And you were able to get some good shots even with the Pack on hand.

I guess this means the Tour de NTodd resumes tomorrow?

[geoduck2]

Cows in the road!

I like the picture of the kidz in the car after their day out.

[hecatedemetersdatter]

Loved the pics of the dams and the power house. Well, I'm an energy geek.

[Donna Marie]

Hooray for tripz and dogz and Ntodd!

[Sandy-LA 90034]

The contrast from Los Angeles, CA to these lovely shots is incredible. Just seeing these pictures gives me a mini-vacation!

Love the shots of the Boyz!

Looks like a good time happened for all of you!

[Barbara Leach]

Just to the right of the red building that says "Diesel Electric Plant" was the house I grew up in. It was torn down to make way for the "new" bridge. One cold winter night when my grandmother locked us out of the house I had my younger twin brother and sister in a beer box sheltered against the left side of that same deisel building. When we could take the cold no longer I dragged them through the snow across the old bridge to the power station on the opposite side of the river. They took us in and warmed us up until we could get into the house.
To the right of the building, along the top of that wall were all of the transformers. We were forbidden to play there, so you know we spent long hours there!
I went to school with Pat Hayes, of the Hayes farm. He was one of my close friends.
I spent many hours below the dam jumping holes beaten into the rock over the years with the force of the water. We used to row a boat my brother built across the top of the dam to take my father his lunch (he worked at the power plant). My mother nearly had a heart attack every time she found out we took the boat that close to the dam. In hindsight, it was not a really bright idea.