After much driving around and wracking of memory, we found the house I had lived in. More memories. Lots of snow in the winter and helping my father shovel the driveway, jumping into huge piles of leaves in the fall, my brother and I playing with the Casey kids next door, getting my first bicycle, getting fish from the old man across the street... He would drive his old truck out onto a frozen Lake Champlain and fish from a hole bored into the ice, falling down the stairs into the basement...

July 21-22, 2005 | Sights along the way 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7