Remember Labor Day?

So now back to me! There has NOT been a fair with livestock here in NYC but everyday is like a circus in the subways and I often feel like we are cattle, herded in and out of subway cars and up and down stairs in large silent masses with the occasional "moo." Only the "moo" is from some psycho who smells like a walking piece of poo. I will include pictures of subway adventures as soon as I work up the nerve to take them.

In the meantime I wanted you all to see more of my Labor Day trip to Maine.

While sitting in our hole of a hotel room on Sunday a mouse ran across my foot and then went in a bag and scatched around, so we decided to head for the Ben and Jerry's Factory in Vermont.

Hurricane Ernesto was giving Maine a pounding anyways.

So we headed through New Hamshire and on to lovely Vermont. We decided to stop off on the way to Ben & Jerry's at Joseph Smith's birthplace in Sharon. That place is absolutely charming. We listened to a Senior Elder rattle on about Joseph Smith for like an hour and a half.

It was interesting to go to Sharon only a month after going to Palmyra and note how very involved the Lord was in the lives of all of Joseph's family members to make it possible for him to be in Palmyra and physically able to hike up the hill Cumorah and carry around heavy plates.
This is the monument dedicated to him on his 100th birthday. It is a polished shaft 38 and a half feet high. One foot for every year of his life and a polished shaft because Joseph Smith once said “I am like a huge, rough stone rolling down from a high mountain; … knocking off a corner here and a corner there. Thus I will become a smooth and polished shaft in the quiver of the Almighty.”

After Sharon we went on to Ben and Jerry's. We were really hyped up about it and had driven like 6 hours. It was cool but not as cool as a six hour trip should have been. We got free samples and saw how they make ice cream. My favorite part was the view. Vermont is just beautiful. I am not sure I would love it as much in the winter but our weekend there was magnificent. This is me up by the ice cream graveyard where they have tombstones to all the icecream flavors that just didn't work out.