Happy Monday, folks. I hope your weekends were as restful as mine. Halfway through last Friday afternoon, Dan and I loaded up the car, leashed up Bix, and headed over the green Berkshire hills to have a weekend adventure in Norwich, Vermont.
As he mentioned in the previous post, Dan had signed up for a shaping and scoring class at the , in Norwich. The class began Friday afternoon, and continued all day Saturday, so we planned to stay the night on Friday. Dan would bake the day away, and Bix and I would poke around Norwich and the surrounding communities in search of farmers’ markets and hiking trails. (Bix, being a dog, was a bit more interested in the hiking trails, but I was game for that, too.)
Tomorrow, we’ll hear more about Dan’s baking adventures — which included our schlepping home over twenty loaves of artisan bread — so for now I’ll leave you with some photographs of the weekend as I saw it.
I peeked in the King Arthur Bakery before Dan’s class and took this shot. His teacher saw me there, and invited me back to take more pictures the next day.
We had a burgers-and-beer dinner at the , which is home to microbrewery — perhaps the smallest brewery in the United States. Dan had the Old Slipperyskin India Pale Ale, and I had the Carrie Nation Cream Ale.
The Norwich Inn is a beautiful old building. After dinner, we sat in the rocking chairs on the porch, sharing a pint of strawberry ice cream from .
The next day, I headed out to the , where I saw this delicious washed-rind cheese from in Weston, VT. I tasted everything there and ended up getting a bit of the Weston Wheel, their farmstead sheep’s milk cheese.
After all that cheese, Bix and I hiked up Gile Mountain to take in the view from the top of the firetower there. It was windy up there above all those trees.
Bix’s energy rarely flags, so after a hike along Quechee Gorge, he took a dip in the lake.
Stay tuned for more on Dan’s bready adventures tomorrow.