Trip 12 - Westford And Williston
It is the dawning of a new age: the Post-Cairo Era. I had to take Mexico to the vet this afternoon, and since I'm abandoning him at a kennel for the first time tomorrow (his usual sitters are otherwise preoccupied), I decided to take the opportunity to spend some quality time and start the 251 Club anew.

I left Mex off-leash in the town green, which might have been a mistake because he really wanted to go play with the wolf hound and other dogs across the road. I guess that's a typical conflict in Father-Son events, eh?
I took a meandering path to the vet by going the back way to PetSmart in Williston for some toys and treats. First we had a pit stop in Westford (history, demographics): Absent any evidence otherwise, the name appears to derive from being the most westerly of four granted the same day. For whatever reason, in 1781 the young Republic of Vermont granted another Westford, in Orleans County. That town was subsequently renamed Westmore [where the Fortress of Solitude is].
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Where family names and descriptive terms were usually the basis for place names, Westford has a distinction in Number Eleven Hill. Nowhere else in the state is anything named by a number. When the town was being laid out, land was distributed in rounds, somewhat like modern sports drafts. The best land (suitable for dwellings and tillage) went in Round One to the most prominent grantee. Pasture land was Round Two; Round Three was frequently woodlot. Round Eleven would have been pretty far down the list in terms of usefulness.

I think this is a de-sanctified church. They show movies here.
A while back I took a picture of Westford's covered bridge, some skating, more skating, even more skating, and a snow-covered bench.

We figured that if the dogs behaved okay together on the trip to Colchester, which they did, we'd head south to Shelburne (


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