Day 6 - Arriving Late in Vermont

We weren't anxious to leave the Cape so we took a walk down along the water front before heading to Vermont. It would normally take five hours to reach the Mad River Barn Inn but we ran into construction, an accident and rush hour in Boston. Instead of the planned 6p arrival, we pulled into the inn at 9:30p.
Set in the fall colored mountains, the inn consisted of an old barn made into an inn, bar and restaurant with an old carriage house that added another 6 rooms. The old woman who owns and operates the place casually left a card out with our names on it and a key to our room for the next couple days. We didn't quite understand the process so we called to her and she came out to explain. Breakfast, she said, was to be 8 - 8:30a. Denis and I looked at each other not comprehending. "But how long is it served?" Denis inquired. The answer... 8:30! (Being extreme nightowls we were taken abit back but managed to catch the early breakfast both days we stayed at the inn.)
We hesitantly took the key and headed for the barn. The room was actually several charming rooms, a kitchenette and bathroom. Reminiscent of my grandmother's house, each bed was covered with a handmade quilt. Everything was scrubbed clean and there was little to decorate the walls, excepting a framed posted of a random NYC art exhibit from the 1970's (Grandma wouldn't have gone for that.) The old inn have an accrid smell that made it difficult for me to breath. The smell was beginning to scratch at my throat and breathing was difficult. I coughed and weezed. Denis quided me outside and contacted the owner. Fortunately, the reaction was only to this first building and she was able to put us up in the carriage house. With its cold plaid wall paper, Murphy bed and pull out couches, it wasn't quite as charming as the first room but at least I could breath.
Plans for Day 7... pick up some Claritin and explore the many small towns in the immediate vicinity.