The day we visited Woodstock was one of my favourites of the entire trip.
The drive to the little wooden town was pretty special in itself.
We drove out of the mist as thick as pea soup, into glittering sunshine and fell right into real life postcards.
We crossed Moore Reservoir and just had to stop for a better look.
The last hint of mist drifting above the icy water, trees reflecting in the depths.
The most beautiful Rorschach Test I ever did see!
We could have stayed on its shores all day, but we had to get a move on!
Woodstock was waiting for us.
So on we trundled. Until we saw Lake Morey, peeking through the trees as we hurtled down the highway.
We pulled off and I fell instantly in love.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about moving into one of those cabins since we left.
How could you ever tire of these views?
Begrudgingly I left my dream home behind, and we continued on our way.
Crossing over the knee-tremble-inducing Quechee Gorge.
The last obstacle before Woodstock.
Which is charming.
White picket fences, pastel painted houses, wooden porches, all surrounded by a rainbow of trees and some of the quaintest shops you ever did see.
Navy + white blazer // Black poloneck
