Today's adventure took me south on 89 to Quechee (pronounced Kwee-chee), famous for "Vermont's grand canyon" (though it's only 165 feet), Quechee Gorge. Quechee Gorge is part of Quechee State Park
En route, we stopped to take a photo of the waterfalls.
Next, we stopped at Quechee Gorge Village
While there, I noticed one of the targets at a shooting gallery.
Apparently flash photography momentarily activates the game, so when I took a photo, the game roared to life and things started moving. Scared the crap out of me.
Here's a shot from a bridge over the gorge.
Here's another shot, which I think was taken from the other side of the bridge.
Here's an image of the bottom of the gorge. There were a lot of tourists around so it was hard to get a shot.
Here's a shot of the bridge from the bottom.
Here's me. I was pretty exhausted.
Here's a picture of me taking a picture.
We had to walk down a rough trail to get to the bottom, then across some slippery rocks to get the photos. As we walked back, I was walking kind of briskly. John assumed I was walking fast because I knew what I was doing. He was wrong. I was walking fast because I was terrified of falling and because I didn't want my shoes to get wet. (I'm totally fussy about my appearance; goes back to childhood.) Anyway, John followed my lead and SPLAT! He fell on the slippery rocks, limping away with some scrapes and thoroughly soaked.
I had to lean on him going back up. I normally walk with a cane but I'm trying to not walk with a cane. Today I could have used it but dammit I want off the fucking thing. Thankfully I had someone to lean on for support as we made our way uphill.