Princeton and Stowe, Tuesday, July 22, 2025
We were a little conflicted about leaving. Mia, our sweet 15 year old Collie, isn’t doing well. She’s healthy in most ways–she still eats well and is eager for her walks–but has lost a lot of control of her back legs and gets very restless and confused in the evening. But she’s on lots of medication (an anti-inflammatory, doggie prozac, and, when she needs it, a sedative to help her sleep) and our dog sitter, Pamela R., takes very good care of her.
The newish battery in the Tesla works wonders on a warm day. We made it quite a ways north of Albany, NY in light traffic before having to charge, and a mere 15 minutes on the supercharger (just long enough to share a mediocre sandwich at a Stewarts) got us all the way north in Vermont and to the supercharger at Williston, just east of Burlington. Another 20 minutes gave us plenty of leeway once we got to Stowe.
The house that Andrew and Emily had rented was terrific: it had been voted one of the top five ski chalets in North America.
It had five bedrooms and an enormous great room, seen here populated with Emily and two hungry boys.
We had dinner outside at the Trapp Bierhall, one of our favorites. The boys could run around, play in the gravel, explore around the pond, and eventually eat a bite or two of dinner.
