A little adventure...

Last week before I went to Vermont, one of the Captains that eats lunch in the breakroom at the same time as me said he read an article in the Travel Section of The Washington Post about a place in Vermont. I found the paper in dispatch and read the article, finding that the place was Bellows Falls, or more specifically, Vilas Bridge in Bellows Falls. I told him, kind of jokingly, that while I was home I would go to the place and take a picture for him.

Well, I happen to have family in Bellows Falls, but it's also kind of on the way to Manchester, where Sister and I went to Smirkus. So, after the circus on Thursday, sister and I took a little trip to Bellows Falls to find this place and take a picture for the Captain.

Once we got to Bellows Falls, we drove around in all directions trying to find the bridge because we kept seeing signs that the bridge was closed and there was a detour.

Finally we decided to park, near where we thought was close, and walk to our destination.

After a false alarm that we had found the wrong bridge, we kept walking and finally made it to the right bridge where I was relieved to find the bridge was only closed to vehicle traffic and that were able to see what we were looking for.

What we were looking for specifically were petroglyphs that were mentioned in the Washington Post article. The photo below is taken from the south side of the bridge when standing next to the above plaque.

If you look closely in the lower right corner of the photo below, there are some rocks that have yellow "blazes" on them.

Go ahead, lean on in and look a little closer.

Or just look at the next two pictures, which make it a lot easier to see.

It was a pretty cool place to look out over. On one side were the petroglyphs, and on the other was water rushing and crashing the way in which water rushes and crashes after the amount of rain Vermont had apparently been getting in recent weeks.Of course I had to have a picture of myself on the bridge, you know, to prove I was there. Not that you can really tell this is me because I look so miniscule!Aw well, at lunch on Monday they looked at the photos, never questioned if I was actually there, and we all agreed that it was probably just some bored fisherman who carved the petroglyphs, rather than the more far fetched stories of myth that were stated in the article.

It was a fun little treasure hunt and it felt good to say I was going to do something, even if it was kind of jokingly, and then actually do it.

Blessings and Happy Wednesday!