With Stowe in Stowe

The grandparents gave us the night off, so it's just the two of us. We went to her namesake city, the village of Stowe, Vermont. This is the town (pop. 4300) where she spent nearly every weekend of her childhood.

After lunch at the Austrian Tea Room of the Trapp Family Lodge (remember Sound of Music?) we rented bikes for a 5-mile ride down the Recreation Path. After checking into the Green Mountain Inn, we had dinner at the Blue Moon Cafe. She had the lamb (a little dry) and I had the ribeye with mashed beets (excellent). The cabot butter was incredible.

It's a little weird being in a place where everything is named Stowe. Stowe Jewelry, Stowe Kitchen, Stowe Chiropractic, Stowe Auto. All we need is a Stowe and Richard Hotel and we'd feel completely at home.