All of the state parks in Vermont were full last weekend because everybody and his dog is Vermonting this summer instead of going to Europe. We found a campsite on Airbnb. John contacted our host by email the day before we made the two-hour drive. “We’ve made some changes since we first put up the listing,” she wrote. “We now have a dish-washing station and a barrel to protect your food from bears and such.” John and I joked our whole drive down about the ‘and such’ part of her note wondering what qualifies. Dewey ignored our banter flaring his nostrils as his ears flapped in the wind out the car window. 

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