We crossed the river into Vermont to go to King Arthur Flour, where everyone ate delicious sandwiches and salads, except for me (I had a delectable oatmeal and butternut squash number prepared by mother). We also visited the store attached to the restaurant that made everyone want to become bakers.
Afterward, we went back to New Hampshire near the Dartmouth campus. While mom, dad, Uncle Mike and Auntie Sarah browsed Left Bank Books, Grandma and Grandpa hung out with me outside to watch the people wander by.
