Recently I traveled from New York to Vermont with my two youngest sisters, Sarah and Erin; we traveled by interstates and US highways. As I’m talking about buildings Erin exclaims, “Is this a preservation trip? No one told me that!” With me, it’s always a preservation trip, Erin. But, as I discovered, they enjoy good American roadside culture just as much as I do, particularly giant roadside culture. And really, who doesn’t?
Erin & Sarah in Brandon, VT.
Me & Sarah in Brandon, VT.
Erin with the giant Dakin Farm Maple Syrup jug in Ferrisburgh, VT.
They may not be the biggest rocking chair (it did actually rock) or maple syrup jug in the world, but we were certainly entertained by them. And had we traveled by I-89 rather than US Route 7, we would have missed this entertainment. And are we the only ones who think that the maple syrup jug should depict how many quarts would fit in there rather than 1 quart on the label?
Preservation in Pink 
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