Driving Myself to Sanity- Part 1- Vermont.

So apparently me f-ing off to Toronto last weekend just wasn't enough of a break for me, so when a couple of guy friends told me they had access to a car for a few days, we all decided that a trip to the American east coast was in order.

Traveling is one of those things that just grounds and centres me, reminds me how beautiful life is and how wonderful people are. When you travel you have no choice but to be open and available to whatever happens, and if you are, the experiences that can happen are MAGICAL.

The three of us left Montreal spontaneously at about 7pm on Sunday night, with the intention of going all the way to Boston (a 6 hour drive). We didn't actually have a reason, except a few new friends in Boston that we had met at Firefly a couple weeks earlier. A few hours into our drive (and already realizing that Boston was farther than we thought), we decided we needed a break. 

We stopped in Waterbury, Vermont because one of the guys had heard about a couple of swimming holes near there. So, in the middle of the night, with only the almost full moon to guide us, we began searching the countryside for the fabled swimming holes. 

We made it pretty close, and were wandering by foot on this road. As we were just beginning to lose hope, a car pulled up asking if we were lost or needed a ride. When we asked for directions, this awesome guy Ed not only pointed us in the direction but decided to take us there. 

So, in the middle of the night, under a ravishing moon, we swam naked with a stranger in a freezing Vermont river. And if it couldn't get any better, there was a tiny campfire burning beside the river with no one there. So was swam, and then warmed ourselves in the most picturesque possible place, and then Ed invited us to spend the night at his GORGEOUS home. So we went, and he made us food and drinks he had learned to make in Mexico, and we all talked until we went to sleep.

The next day we hiked out to another secret swimming hole that Ed gave us directions to, and spent the day exploring and sunning ourselves, the guys even set of a slackline for some play time.

At the end of the day we were faced with the choice to go back to Montreal, or to continue on. And, in the spirit of adventure, we all decided that Boston was where we said we were going to go, and so Boston it would be...

To be continued...