Vermont, BCF Style..........

So I went on a great trip up to Vermont this past weekend and it was a warm and jolly good time. This trip reminded me of better times and how quickly us younger folks take things for granted with all our whining and bulshitting around.

Camp!

How enjoyable life can be if we just let it. How great families can be if we don't rush to leave every time we go home.

After a seven hour drive and four states later, we arrived in Duxbury, Vermont at about 10:30pm. It was pitch black and we were guided by the moonlight and electric lights beaming from the houses. I knew I was gonna have a good time because there were no street lights to be found and honestly they were not needed. We got to the house at the bottom of the mountain and I was immediately greeted by Kate's mom and a big old bear hug. I then met Kate's cousin and she refused to shake my hand, because "in this family we hug". I felt right at home. We drove up the mountain to the cabin, which we all now coined as "Camp". The night air was fresh and I could only imagine what I was gonna wake up to the next morning. We got to the cabin and I was greeted with more smiles and hugs and beers and laughs and seeing as though we were all tired we all went to bed soon after.

Our weekend began...

Everything about summer in the mountains reminded me of the country area I grew up in in Jamaica, and for the first time in a long time I felt a sense of peace. Not just that peace that you hear people go on and on about when they are trying to convince someone that they are doing ok. I meant a genuine, just warm fuzzy feeling, that only true love can experience.

I woke up the next day to the sounds of laugher, and the smell of coffee and bacon and french toast. It felt like christmas morning and I couldn't wait to get out of bed, because we all knew if you are the last one out, then you get to open your present last. *Cough* Shelly. Lol.  The fresh mountain air was incredible and Moxie (Kate's dog) couldn't stop frolicking about and you know what?, I was right there with her.

We had a lovely Saturday. We sat around and told jokes and have some lovely cocktails, and our little six became seven at some point during the day. We drank some more and more joke telling. We went for a two hour hike along the creek and we picked berries and chatted and strolled and took in the sweet mountain air, and I got to know some of the most beautiful people that god have ever made. Reminded of my family and the only thing that could make this moment a little more special was to have them join me on the fun!

It's funny how you have friends for years and you wonder what it will be like when you finally meet the people responsible for raising them, and I have to tell you a lot of friendships have been broken up because of this. Your friends can be wonderful, but they can have some atrocious parents and family base. But not Kate. Her family is just the way you would imagine from hanging out with her, and a little bit more, with a lot of love oozing from their veins with a little blackberry and granola cobbler on top.

That was orgasmic btw....Great job Donna!!! And I'm gonna take this time to give a shout out to Auntie Kathy for the Salmon P. Wiggle. I had three servings.

We ended the night by playing a nice game of Phase 10. I mean I think I won, but the score sheet says otherwise, so I demand a rematch the next BCF weekend. I still don't know what BCF means ha ha. I think I was somewhere else when you guys came up with the name. Ummm!

Sunday came around and we all packed up our little belongings and boarded the pick up express and headed down the mountain and away from The Best Weekend in history. I challenge anyone who think they can top this weekend. But not before we took a tour, or somewhat of a tour, of the first Ben and Jerry's ice cream factory. Oh Vermont, just when I thought I was leaving you found a way to rope me back.

There are a bunch of things I got from this weekend: Thanks Shelly
A moose shed is not a small building.
You can't buy sparkling water at a water bar.
A scat is....well you guys may have to tune in to find that one out. But let's just say it could belong to a bear, a fox, a coyote or a deer.
Oh and Love, Johnny boy was right, All You Need Is Love!

One thing I know for sure is that when I have my own family I hope I have half the patience and love for them as I saw this weekend.

So I take my umbrella, kick off my flip flops and grab a cold one to a great bunch of folks I have had the pleasure of spending a weekend with. Here's to next year ladies. May we have more wines, wine coolers, beers, Salmon P. Wiggles and a jolly old good time.

Muah!

Sleepless