It's another gorgeous Indian summer day and we are on the road again searching out fall foliage and covered bridges. With today's warm temperatures, the geese are in no hurry to fly south. Even so, the fall colors are changing quickly, so we headed south hoping to catch the wave of changing colors once again.
There are some bare branches appearing in the mountains.
We passed by the Billings Farm and Museum which will be hosting a pumpkin and apple celebration this weekend, and this is the time for Vermonters to celebrate, right at the height of fall color.
At the Woodstock History Center, they are busily preparing for their 70th anniversary with a gala Friday night and antiques auction Saturday. They are celebrating the past and the future.
"Both to look back over the past 70 years, it was established by ladies in 1943 during the war, and also to look forward, to educate and take care of what we have," said Matt Powers, the director of the Woodstock Historical Society.
There is also a display on the history of the covered bridges in the area. Most of the bridges were built in the 1800s, but this one spanning the Ottauquechee was built much more recently in 1969.
People are coming from all over to see our beautiful fall colors, but even after years of living here, locals still get wowed on occasion, too.
Most people seem to be drawn to our covered bridges for their uniqueness and their history. They remind people of simpler horse and buggy times, but sometimes they bring back memories from your youth. Our own Shelly Holt Allen, who is my photographer today, grew up down the road from the Lincoln Bridge. She remembers riding horses and bikes on these back roads, sometimes sneaking across busy Route 4 against her mother's wishes to buy candy.
Shelly Holt Allen: We'd buy candy at the mom and pop store and come back here and climb up and eat it.
Sharon Meyer: All the way up there?
Shelly Holt Allen: Yes! I was smaller then. Probably carved my name up there.
As for the foliage, there is still plenty of good color. But if you still haven't gone out on your own foliage tour yet, you'd better hurry up. There are lots of twigs showing up on the hillsides, with green in the towns and bright pops of colors scattered throughout. Fall color spreads like wildfire and burns out just as quickly. Maybe that's why we appreciate this short season so much.
Shelley's mother has since found out that Shelley and her sisters used to cross Route 4, so I'm not getting Shelly in trouble now by putting that in the story.
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