Ben and Jerry's Factory and Walden Pond

So why would anyone go to Stowe, Vermont?

Why to visit the Ben and Jerry's Factory

located just eight miles away!

Oh man!
The Mecca of ice cream!

Yes, a collection of antique ice cream scoops.

Yes, I am a spy.
Where do you keep your newcleur wessels?

Flying monkeys? 

Yay!

Phish Food?
As ice cream?

Celebrity sighting!
That's Jerry!
Yes, of Ben and Jerry's.

Sometimes when they retire a flavor,
they bury it!

Hehe... 

Who the hell doesn't love makin' whoopie?

You can actually still order this flavor at the factory.
Erica had it.

I feel happy...

Oh come on!!

My rat is famous.
Right, Julie?

From the Restroom!
Because everyone needs a poetic explanation to the mysteries of blue urinal water.

Vermont!
...yay...

See the moose?!
No?!
Neither did we.
Though we were promised moose for three states and two provinces.

This man wants to sell you iced coffee in Massachusetts.

 Below are the pictures from Walden Pond.

If you don't know why Walden Pond is significant,

please purchase and read a copy of Thoreau's Walden.

A reconstruction of Thoreau's house.

A reconstruction of Thoreau.

Furniture!

What?
No wireless?!

And no HD?
Ahhh fuck this!

First glimpse of Walden Pond.

Walden Pond
Not Pictured: The crazy guy walking the path around the pond while reading Thoreau's Walden.

Walden Pond
Not Pictured: The other crazy guy who seems to live here.

The water is remarkably clear.
You can see the bottom from a depth of about three feet. 

Well put.

It's become a tradition to pile small stones near the site of Thoreau's house.

Some of the piles.

Other piles.

I'm sure alien visitors have all sorts of crackpot theories about how the stones came to be like this.

Some of the rocks have painted pictures and messages to Thoreau.

Such as these.

And these.

I added this one.

So here is where Thoreau's cabin actually sat.
(Not in the parking lot where the reconstructed house is.)

Not very big.
If you are wondering about the large stone in the center...

...here it is!

He had a woodshed.

Legends claim, he used to take himself behind this and beat himself when he was naughty.

Visiting Thoreau's hut in chucks and a Rock & Roll Hall of Fame T-Shirt.
Seems appropriate.

The pond looking towards the beach area.

Yep. That's a beach!

One of Thoreau's ant friends.
(Read the book and you'll figure out why this is significant and ironic.)

Stacked stones in the pond.

Apparently Walden Pond is a hot surfing spot!