In January – a scant three months ago – I reported to you my stay at a NEW SPECIAL PLACE. An enjoyable time, lovely venue, and the end of March sent me (and others) an email with many specials, including two nights for the price of one any weekend in April. How can you not go? Well, I signed up, and was the only guest Friday and Saturday nights 10-12 April at the West Mountain Inn in Arlington, Vermont. Below coming up the drive, and then getting out of GIGI in the parking lot.
In January I had the suite at the far left (second floor – dining room below). This stay I choose the Grandma Moses Suite that includes the next two banks of windows before the building extension coming out. Some background for the Inn. In 1976 Amie’s parents bought the property turning it into an Inn, and in 2000 she took over ownership – 50 years family ownership. Staff is wonderful, and working reception are Mary Beth, Emily, and Joanne. From my conversations this is a family, treating the staff of over a dozen as family — not corporate indifference. Guests the ultimate beneficiaries.
Think I like this stay’s suite a tad more. Below as you enter to the sitting room, then looking into the bedroom, and the two views below the bedroom – remember you can click images to enlarge.




My table (and view) for dinner. there is also a second room, and a separate tavern area. Not to mention all the great sitting areas. And, I still have good weather coming for more visits to enjoy the 150 acres the Inn sits on.
Dinner my first night, and breakfasts both mornings — trust you would as well enjoy the view looking out during breakfast. After dinner Friday night I settled comfortably for Artemis II splashdown.




When I do a “two night” stay I have a plan for an outing on my “full day” away. And, I had just such a plan to re-explore NY Route 22 north of Cambridge. But alas, Wednesday besides having my teeth cleaned I picked up a cold — the first in maybe 15 years, so I decided my explorations could wait for the trip home on Sunday, and I would read and write enjoying the Inn’s living room and my suite.
Departing Sunday, I started my circuitous trip home to the east by heading west. Instead of crossing back over to Route 313 (same number in VT and NY) I traveled west on River Road (yes along the Battenkill River). First time heading west as I am usually on this road going east, and now with leaves off, thus saw so much new scenery. Arriving in West Arlington, the covered bridge “never gets old” to me. This is one of four covered bridges across the Battenkill. To my back from this spot is Norman Rockwell’s home and studio.
You pull up a map to follow (and soon I hope take) my easy rural route. Over the bridge, west on 313, back road into Shushan, NY (here is a report of my last visit at end of this post). Someday I have to go when the covered bridge museum is open. Over to NY Route 22, and north towards Salem. My next stop, having for this first time seeing on a map, was Historic Rexleigh Covered Bridge below. CLICK HERE FOR A LINK TO THE BATTENKILL COVERED BRIDGES – but there are many more links.
Even though first camping on the Battenkill on Route 7 in Arlington in the early 1970s, I realized I did not know much about the river other than its fishing fame. WOW – just learned it flows almost 60 miles from East Dorset, VT, to the Hudson River flowing north at some points before turning back west. This bridge is way north of the West Arlington bridge which confused me, but now I know.
along the river at the bridge are the remains of the Rexleigh Marble Mill now with conservation plans. Hard to find history of this mill, but for a start, “…historically significant mill that cut marble from Dorset and Rutland, VT….”
Returning home and starting my posts for reflection back I enjoy some research to learn even more for my own education and to share — keeps me young for sure, and now more Battenkill (sometimes Batten Kill) discoveries to come. Oh, since you have not yet asked — Kill is the Dutch word for creek or stream, common in Hudson Valley, area; and, “Batten” may have come from the name “Bartholomew” (nicknamed “Bat”), specifically Bartholomew Pietersen van Hogeboom, a settler in the 1700s.
heading back up Route 22 north, I turned left on Route 29 to East Greenwich and Battenville. Had to see the route, really nothing there, but nice and rural, and along the river. In Battenville I was surprised to find Susan B. Anthony Childhood House where she lived from age 13 to age 19, from 1833 to 1839. Falling into neglect, the state bought the property in 2006 at a foreclosure sale for $1, and it is being preserved.


and next door is this fascinating building – c1805 Stoops Hotel. I learned of this building doing an image search with my picture below. On Zillow I then found — The property has been preserved over the years and is currently recognized as a single-family home with approximately 2,496 square feet of living space, including 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. While it has functioned as a historic landmark, it has also appeared on real estate platforms as a private residence
https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/2839-State-Route-29-Greenwich-NY-12834/32896520_zpid/
too bad, would be fun to own, but a tad far away, and I a tad too old now for another “big project” but check out the images on Zillow – need a partner?
Well, been home three days, and having fun reliving this adventure, and learning more as I write to share with you. And, I do appreciate it when readers contact me.
Emailing following my last post, Rebecca shared this link — ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF ROUTE 1 – A CENTENNIAL ROAD TRIP – so plan your trip as “Maine Filmmaker, Bob Krist, goes on a road trip along the entire length of Route One in Maine from the south to the north. He is looking for those ‘stubborn and authentic people, places and tradition that make Route One more of a vital artery, and not just a line on a map.” Pack your bags. Thank you Rebecca.
It was then up through Salem, cutting over to West Rupert and Rupert, Vermont. Onto Route 30 in Dorset, and then home.
you can stop now if you wish, but in the last few days I found a Henry Ford quote to share, and then had a writing inspiration watching the splashdown. So, thanks for looking, and stay safe and well, and do plan a stay at the West Mountain Inn. — as always, luv, RAY
If you always do what you’ve always done,
you’ll always get what you’ve always got.
― Henry Ford
and,
REMEMBER WHERE YOU WERE – WHAT YOU WERE DOING – WHEN…
May 5, 1961 – As a ninth grader, standing outside the school auditorium, the school PA system came on and we listened in silence as Alan Shepherd completed his flight as the first American to travel into space. Then noise and cheering broke out.
Friday, November 22, 1963 – Mrs. Alston and I were leaving the high school auditorium after making final preparations for the opening night of the Drama Club’s production of A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM. Exiting the door the PA system came on followed by wailing and tears. Shows cancelled, weekend spent in front of the television trying to understand JFK’s assassination.
July 20, 1969 – Apollo 11 mission lands the first two humans on the Moon, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin. I watched it live in the Officers’ Wardroom aboard the USS Bushnell, AS-15. Later decided to pay outrageous cable TV connection cost in Key West, Florida. (my base pay was $222.22 a month then)
September 11, 2001 – Working in the bookshop with TV on in background, Cathy at dog groomers – the Twin Towers come down. I call asking her to get home immediately, scared we all had no idea what was going on. I called the US Navy Supply Corps detailers and volunteered to be recalled to active duty.
May 13, 2008, shortly after 3 pm. – Did not sound like our car in the driveway with Cathy returning. Going to the door there stood Mike and Justin in uniform. “Cathy was in an accident and is not coming home.” Next 48 hours a blur.
April 10, 2026 – 8:07 pm – ARTEMIS II Splashdown — peacefully viewing while “on break” at the West Mountain Inn, Arlington, VT – lovely Inn, and all to myself. Decided to reflect back and write this. Some things stay with us indelibly. Cherish every moment.
AND – one final thing on “tax day” — for the year 2025. In spite of all the tax changes touted supposedly benefiting us, I paid the government more than ever before in my life, and I have had to file a tax return since my TV winnings in 1957. I am not complaining, life in the US has been good to me, and I should be contributing to that.















































































































































































































































































































