Party of 12 in Vermont

This past weekend I went with 11 friends to have a President’s day/Valentine’s day getaway at my friend, Maren’s, vacation home in Grand Isle, Vermont.

All 12 of us packed our bodies, our duffels, a keg, 3 handles of Vodka, one bottle of tequila, a box of Franzia and probably 15 bags of potato chips into 2 SUVs and hit the road.

After 5+ hours of driving (and a very unfavorable experience at a rest stop) we arrived at Maren’s home.

This is the second year that my friends have visited Maren’s Vermont home, however, last year I was studying abroad in London when they went so this was my first time there. I had been told that the house slept 20 people and we would be what my friends call “glamping”. However, I did not anticipate just how unbelievable and beautiful and quirky in all the right ways this house would be.

I set out on Friday prepared for a weekend filled with fun and outdoor beer Olympics – I did not prepare for the full on love affair with Maren’s home.

This environmentally friendly house is GIGANTIC yet quaint and has unbelievable views of Lake Champlain...which is in the backyard.

So, initially I was going to fill this post with stories of 12 college seniors with varying personalities and a capacity for being quite strange trying to make our precious last semester of “freedom” count as much as we can. However, while all the craziness I expected did occur, I’ll choose to be chaste and keep my mouth shut (what happens in Vermont, stays in Vermont?) and, instead, share photos of this amazing Vermont “cabin” with you. And some scenic images as well because…how could I not?

  

And the coolest part of the weekend? Taking a ferry over semi-frozen water to get to Grand Isle (because, I’m not sure if you were aware…I wasn’t until very recently… but Grand Isle is actually an island! Go figure.)

We returned home to Fordham yesterday night feeling hungover yet, somehow, refreshed – must be that Vermont air…and all the laughing. It certainly wasn’t the potato chips.

For some context, this photo was taken by a rickety old ferry worker who might be blind because he thought this photo turned out well. However, I think that a photo more perfectly staged would not suit this particular group of individuals...my valentines.

P.S. I’m writing this post from a plane on my way to Cabo. 

I’ll stay put when I’m dead. More posts to come!!!