A Canadian Thanksgiving. In Vermont?

Dog Mountain

Our Canadian Thanksgiving in Vermont,  also know as the best Thanksgiving I have ever celebrated, had none of the traditions, but all of the important stuff that Thanksgiving should have.

Food?  Forget about turkey.  We ate waffles and bacon.  And burgers and pancakes and hotdogs and fries from the the diner that all the locals go to.  But our actual Thanksgiving dinner was pizza.  Yes, pizza.  From the best little hidden pizza place ever.  Its the kind of place that is packed, even though you are certain that you are lost right up until the moment you see the tables, since its in the middle of nowhere and you have to walk through a general store to get to it.

And don't feel bad for us about not having the bread and roasted vegetables and oven-warming-the-house-up stuff that makes Thanksgiving weekend special.  We did that, too: lunch every day was roasted veggies and crusty bread from the farmer's market.

That's just the food.  There was a corn maze at the end of our dirt road with "farm yard minigolf," "gopher holes for kids," barnyard animals, and a mini town for kids.
And our rental home was on an 800 acre farm with trails.
And we picked apple trees on the hill behind our house for snacks.
And we went to the Dog Chapel and took in the dog-themed stain glass and dog angel statues and the fire hydrant at the top of Dog Mountain.
And the boys went mountain biking at Kingdom Trails.
And Shawn and I sat in recliners reading together, eating snacks and cheese and drinking beer every night.
And the kids learned how to play checkers and Candyland.

It was quiet, beautiful and completely soul satisfying.  It was a live-in-the-moment and savour the little things weekend.  Looking back, it almost doesn't feel real.  Of course it was real, and because it was all about family and being who we are where we are, when Scarlett woke up sick we abandoned plans to take the scenic route home, drugged our fevered girl and took the most direct route back to Ontario.  Perfection isn't attainable, but contentment is.


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