When the plane landed in Burlington, Vermont, I had tears in my eyes. It had been awhile since I'd been there and I couldn't help myself. The mountains bring a pang to my heart. As they surround the beautiful, majestic Lake Champlain, the misty ring of hills and valley are a fairyland of beauty. Descending through the clouds I came home.
My sister picked me up and she is a non stop talker. She can tell you the same thing forty different ways. We drive through town which blows me away. Every time I get there, which is rarely, I cannot recognize a thing. There is so much change and growth there, that it's hard to place myself. But once we drive over the long road that leads to the Islands, all is the same. The rural countryside has some changes, but it retains the flavor it had in my youth. I played at the Sand Bar beach, I am headed home. Town is not much to speak of, there can't be many people living in South Hero year round. I drive by Tish's Silver and know I am gonna buy a Celtic ring from her. We turn at the pharmacy and head down the dirt road toward my family's camp. It's right on the lake and the second I see it I cry again. The wrap around deck invites me to sit and look at the lake.
There's no place like home!