This weeks Photo Challenge from The Daily Post is “Story”. The challenge is to be a visual storyteller with your photos. I absolutely love the theme this week, and hope to put up a few submissions. This is the first…
October 8, 2018 – group day trip up into Vermont for some leaf peeping and to let my daughter try out her brand new Nikon D3400. We traveled a lot of back roads on the way to our ultimate destination – The Ben & Jerry’s Factory up in Waterbury, Vermont. It was a lovely day despite the clouds. The trees were gorgeous, covering the mountains in reds and yellows.
We ended up on this weird gravel road somewhere out near Plymouth – on some random off-shoot from Route 100. A “short cut” according to the GPS. I’ll admit, I started to get a little nervous because this was very much the backwoods of Vermont now, and I was expecting the car to suddenly break down and for there to be banjo music playing in the distance and we all get kidnapped and hog tied and an assortment of other terrible things. My irrational fears start to get the better of me, so I decide to look out the passenger side window and there is an animal parade happening in a field next to the road. A FREAKIN’ ANIMAL PARADE.
And here is the TOTALLY AMAZING and completely random, naturally occurring PARADE OF WICKED AWESOME ANIMALS!!! Cows! Sheeps! I can’t even!
Anyone who knows me, can vouch for my total loss of control when I get around animals. Dogs. Cats. Bunnies. Cows. Pretty much every animal, it doesn’t matter. I am fascinated by them. To look out the car window and see this group of farm animals just marching along through the woods instantly made my brain melt. I took about a hundred photos (most of which were blurry because I was squealing too much) and I sooooo didn’t want to leave. This… this right here was MY Ben & Jerry’s. I no longer needed ice cream. My life was now officially complete. Day = made.
The cherry on top? We went to drive away and there was a group of FREAKIN TURKEYS crossing the road in front of us.
BEST. PARADE. EVER.