The Sunday Drive
When I was young, my parents often packed us up with a picnic and a frisbee and headed off for a drive in the country. I remember playing frisbee on village commons, browsing too many antique shops, and lying in the back of the station wagon watching the trees fly by overhead. My Mom says that she used to go on Sunday drives when she was young.
Our family calls these Sunday drives "Rambles" and yesterday we went on one. It was a warm, sunny autumn day and the leaves were just GLOWING. We seldom have a destination in mind. We always bring our Gazetteer which lists every tiny road in Vermont as we try to get off the beaten path. Our only destination, really, is a beautiful or funky spot for ice cream or coffee at the midway point. 
What autumn ramble can be without a stop at a farm stand? Here the owner of this little old farm was selling butternut squash for .25/lb. I bought about a dozen to roast and freeze.
In our family, the most perfect ramble includes a little community bookstore. Yesterday's find was a combination bookstore, coffee shop, and drumming jam. We had a luscious time sipping our coffees and hot chocolate, checking out some new books, and listening to the drummers.
The end of our ramble included driving over one of the mountain gaps to get back home.
sounds perfect! is that lincoln gap perhaps?
what a stunning shot of the foliage! we used to do those sunday afternoon ramblings as a child too...sadly our kids will never know the joys of stretching out on our backs in the station wagon to watch the world zip by. oh how i would love to see a vermont autumn again.
What a splendid day! I love this word of yours: "rambles"--it really captures the spirit of casual adventure. It's always so nice to discover a new book shop with good cocoa, coffee, and even music. Beautiful photos, Sarah! The mountain gap is breathtaking.