Arrived late afternoon, on Saturday, after a most phenomenal drive through some of the most gorgeous scenery we had thus far seen. The brilliant reds, oranges, yellows that covered whole hillsides, interspersed with tall green pines were just mind-blowing. However, arriving to our destination in Greensboro, Vermont to be greeted by Lee and her sister, Sally Lonegrin (both very dear friends over decades of years) was a wonderful end to a glorious day. We stayed with Lee at her house, Cleora, which overlooks miles of surrounding hills, forests and farms, all dressed in their fall finery.
On Sunday, Lee proved herself to be the most patient of people by driving us to Stowe, then through Smugglers’ Notch and then back to Greensboro – stopping about every 3 minutes so that Peter and I could take another 3000 shots of a particular beautiful sight. Peter vaguely remembered Stowe and Mount Mansfield from having skied there once or twice when in college at Brown. The drive over Smuggler’s Notch was one of the most tightly curved roads we’ve ever travelled. On that evening, Lee, Sally and ourselves had a terrific dinner at the Willough Vale Inn in Orleans, VT, overlooking a lovely lake..
Monday, we played golf at the Greensboro Golf Club on the most perfect day for golf we could have hoped for. The course had been recovered from a cow pasture in 1898 and was a pretty venue. Peter played extremely well, and I kept up. In the afternoon, a tour of Sally’s extraordinary home, retreat barn, 20 acre site, complete with forest stream and nymphs. This was followed by cocktails on Lee’s dock on Caspian Lake with Sally and her daughter, Virginia, who had driven in from Montpellier, VT (we had know Virginia when she was growing up in Denver and felt quite flattered that she would come in to see us) and enjoyed a great dinner (chicken curry, asparagus with anchovie/crumbs, etc.) back at Sally’s home. It was a perfect end to a lovely day.