Leaving Maine was tough, but the drive through Vermont made it a little easier. Taking the less traveled highways through the countryside is much preferred over the turnpikes for this kind of an adventure. Along the way we found parking for all 60ish feet of us in the small town of Woodstock (VT, not THE Woodstock) where we stopped for a meal, well, sort of a meal.
Woodstock seemed from these two outsider's perspective to be a yuppie destination for weekend getaways complete with $8.00 Bud Lights or obscenely expensive though unforgettable weddings. Settled in 1768 the town is best known for its home and church architecture as well as being home to four Paul Revere church bells.
We're glad for the pit stop and the lettuce wraps and hot fudge sundae we scarfed at Bentley's.
In addition to being voted in the top 25 secret hot spots by Diner's Magazine, Fred Astaire starred in one of his last movies here, Ghost Story in 1981. It was unclear if the movie was filmed in the restaurant or in Woodstock, or both but I plan to rent the movie and get to the bottom of it.
It really was a pretty town and for a moment I thought we might be in Madison County.
We reached the ski resort town of Killington just ahead of the storm. We were fortunate to be allowed to spend the night in the golf club's parking lot as there was no camping nearby for RV's our size.
Killington was on our way from Maine to meet up with friends at Lake George, NY and Green Mountain was another World Am referral. What we didn't know is that this municipal course (only one in Vermont) served on the Futures Tour for seven years, and according to local lore, only Kristy Kerr was ever able to play this course well. As it turned out, they were readying the course for next week's 3 day women's tournament, New England Women's Golf Assoc. They had made up special score cards for the tournament which consisted of playing from an assortment of tees from the golds to the tips, and none from the reds (ladies). Kim in the pro shop was kind enough to arrange to get us out early and gave me one of the tournament score cards so I could play against them, at least in my head. 5700 yards with plenty of trouble to carry, abundant red stakes, tough conditions from the non stop rain the night before, wet sand traps, slow and undulating greens, let's just say I wouldn't be taking home any free golf gear from the pro shop.
Set in the Vermont mountains, cut through granite, teetering tees, a difficult lay out, and conditions that were amazing for the amount of rain the night before, we both loved the course, just not our games that day.
I did my best not to complain when the scorecard had me playing from the blue tees, but come on, seriously?
At times it felt more as though we were in the Brazilian rain forests than the mountains of Vermont.
Then you see a tee box or a pin and are reminded that you're golfing.
A nice aromatic addition to a golf cart path:
We encountered this scary beast as we were stepping into our golf cart:
We didn't know if it was lethal or not as we weren't sure what kind of nasty snake this is. Any ideas out there? Perhaps it would help to know its actual size:
The clubhouse was warm and inviting, especially from the back deck where you can watch the action.
Chef Andrew had your lunch ready at the turn and served up very hearty sandwiches.
All in all, a fabulous day and two enthusiastic thumbs up for Green Mountain.
The kids love when they get to spend the night at a golf course!
After golf we spent the night at a Walmart and are now set up at Lake George RV Park where we will be for a whole week! We're looking forward to the holiday weekend and our time with our Barefoot friends and Cindy and Chuck! I may take a vacation from blogging for a bit though we do plan to golf some while here--Saratoga National comes to mind!
Thanks for hanging with us!
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