Newport Vermont

We spent the month of August in Prouty Beach and Campground in Newport, Vermont.  The town is on the south end of Lake Memphremagog.  The lake is about thirty miles long with two-thirds of it being in Quebec, Canada.  The town of Newport is with a poulation of about forty-five-hundred.  As one local told me, its the hub of the very rural northern Vermont.  The campground is on a bluff overlooking the lake and the town about a miles south.

One picture of the campground from town and another of the town from near the campground.

While were were there our bicycles came up missing one morning.  I called to report this to the police and got the feeling that somehow they knew about this already.  About two hours later I got a call from them that they had recovered one and were sure they would have the other shortly.  By the time I got in the truck and drove the mile to the police station they had both of them.  As I walked into the office there was a window where I had to ring a bell to get waited on and was told to wait for an officer to come out and get me.  While I was waiting two young ladies came in and rang the bell while cussing about the police arresting someone and taking her bicycle from her.  I stood in the corner trying to be inconspicuous while listening to this.  Finally an officer came out and took me back to make a statement while the other officer (only two on this shift) fended off the women.  The officer showed me a long scratch on his arm where the thief had attacked him when he was arresting him and I found out that Pat's bike had been sold to the women for $15 by the thief.

The reason they knew where the bikes were is that the policeman on the night shift saw them riding the bikes at about 4am that morning and, thinking that a bit strange, followed them to see where they landed.  The police were literally waiting for my call.  We got our bikes back.

Lake Willoughby south of Newport is one of the prettier lakes we've seen.

And Lake Memphremagog is very nice.

We got in the kayaks and paddled down the Clyde River until it became too shallow and came back out into Lake Memphremagag.

 Pat was looking for things to see and found a Wild Flower Farm about a two hour drive south through some very scenic country.  So we got up one morning and drove down.

While I was at the police station our neighbor, Murry, took Pat out on his golf cart to look for the bicycles and they ran out of gas.  His wife, Francine, went and got him some gas and told us about their first date when he picked her up in a dump truck.

On September 1st we moved to Robert Moses State Park near Massena, NY where we visited the Eisenhower Lock.  We were fortunate that a large tanker was going through the lock when we got there.   All we could see was piloting area when we got there.

I don't remember how much the water came up but the after pictures give you some perspective.

Clayton had a model train show.  We haven't seen model trains in years.

In years past we've stayed at Wellesley Island State Park on the St. Lawrence River, but our new rig is too big for there so we stayed at Merry Knoll Campground in Clayton, NY.

We've been in this area a few times before and its very nice, but we don't envision coming back as we've about done it all here.  On to our next adventure.