About the Weather

When you move to Vermont, you realize how much weather can affect your daily life – both positively and negatively! Read about the weather in Proctorsville VT as experienced by innkeepers, guests, and neighbors alike. Through snow, sleet, rain, wind, clouds and sunshine, life goes on.

GSI’s Six Ways to Beat the Heat

Golden Stage Inn’s guide to staying cool on your summer vacation!

1. Get yourself to Vermont!

Hop on in the car and hit the road – because unless you’re in Maine or Canada, no place is cooler than Vermont in the summer.  South Central Vermont has it all – mountains, lakes, waterfalls, historic towns, gardens…


A drive on Vermont's scenic country roads.

What’s at the end of the rainbow? Vermont!

2. Lounge in Golden Stage Inn’s garden-flanked pool.

Sometimes guests don’t realize we have a pool until we tell them!  That’s because it’s tucked away in the backyard, surrounded by flowers and a fence.  You’ll have privacy to lounge about the poolside and splash in the water.  Once you’ve cooled off, take a stroll around the gardens and relax in one of the outdoor sitting areas or in the shade of the front porch.

Outdoor swimming pool Inn amenities

3. Sip on an icy glass of our signature ginger-honey lemonade.

Commonly known as switchel, ginger-honey lemonade is a classic Vermont summer drink.  Farmers make cold switchel in the summer to cool down while working in the fields.  Always made from local honey, switchel can even help with summer allergies.  After you’ve finished your drink, you can take a honeybee hive tour to see where the honey came from – the B&B’s own front lawn!

Switchel is made from lemons, local honey, and ginger.

4. Take a stroll in the shade.

Golden Stage Inn is adjacent to the Proctor-Piper State Forest.  In fact, we’re so close the woods are just a short stroll across the lawn!  You’ll walk into the shady forest, cross a babbling brook on a footbridge, and explore the peaceful calm of nature away from the glare and heat of the sun.  Perhaps you’ll see some woodland creatures – especially if you go for a walk closer to dawn or dusk.

5. Hang out in the B&B’s air-conditioned sitting rooms.

Golden Stage Inn is a fully air-conditioned bed and breakfast, so if you need to just get out of the sun, our sitting rooms are the place to be!  Read a book, play a game or solve a puzzle.

Sitting Room in VT Bed and Breakfast

6. Explore a swimming hole.

Our bed & breakfast is not far from several great places to swim in a natural setting.  There are several great swimming places within a short drive from Golden Stage Inn.  In Cavendish, visit the Cavendish Gorge and play in the rocks and falls (see the photo below!).  The Black River meanders through Ludlow.  Buttermilk Falls is also located in Ludlow, and boasts a small waterfall with a large swimming hole at the bottom.  Brockway Mills is a spectacular spot in Springfield, VT.  Jamaica State Park is so much fun: a short hike to a swimming hole dotted with huge rocks to play on.  Like to jump off of things?  Dorset Quarry, with massive cliffs, is the place for you.

For a complete list of Vermont swimming holes, visit Swimmingholes.org

Photos below courtesy of www.swimmingholes.org/vt.html

Photo 1: Cavendish Gorge (Cavendish, VT)    Photo 2: Dorset Quarry (Dorset, VT)    Photo 3: Brockway Mills (Springfield, VT)

Cavendish Gorge, VT

Dorset Quarry Swimming Hole VT


Brockway Mills VT


Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!

There’s no place like Vermont to weather the weather with loved ones, a cozy fire, and a good book! With our first full-fledged snow storm hitting just two nights ago, the Okemo Valley has received 12-16 inches of snow in less than 24 hours. Here at the Inn, we were lucky to receive the upper end with 15-16 inches of snow, and we can see many of Okemo Resort’s 91 open trails right from our front yard. With 75% of the mountain slopes open and lessons and competitions already in full swing, it’s sure to be a glorious year. So let it snow! The sparkling fluffy powder on the ground is a far cry from the ice and sludge of cities and suburbs, making winter in Vermont a delight rather than a drag. Every year we look forward to this moment; we pack away our outdoor summer gear and get out the shovels and snowshoes. And when the snow finally blankets the hills, everyone is off on their skis and snowboards, skates and sleds, beating the cold with exciting winter sports and cozy indoor games, music and food. Here’s a glimpse of our beehives under the snow; the colonies are safely tucked away in their own stores of honey and heat for the season. We hope this tremendous snowfall is just a hint of what’s to come!



Golden Stage Inn Bed and Breakfast Vermont    Golden Stage Inn Vermont B&B Winter Season



Snow is here…

…and we hope it’s here to stay! We’ve received a few flurries and snowshowers, in addition to some rain and sunny days. We are certainly ready for a heaping dose of snow, and with what we’ve had so far it seems like we’re in for a good winter ahead! Check out some powdery dustings at the Inn back in November, as well as our front yard view of Okemo’s already ski-able trails:




First Day of Winter brings plenty of snow to our Vermont Bed and Breakfast (2012-12-21)

We’re Not in Kansas Anymore Toto!


Our gracious guests at our Vermont Inn this week were not spared the New England winter experience as the area received two separate snow accumulations (I hesitate to call them storms as they were so peaceful and non-threatening), one early in the week of about three inches and one overnight last night that seemed to drop somewhere between four and five inches of the white stuff.


Nelly’s view of Vermont Snow from our back door on the first day of winter

Although heavy and wet down here in the village with temperatures in the mid-30’s, in neighboring Ludlow, Okemo Ski Resort is boasting much softer, fluffier snow because of the higher elevations. Our dog Nelly is in heaven as she feels like she’s visiting a brand spanking new place each morning even though it’s only outside our regular back door…. that’s how different the area looks under a fresh new blanket of snow.


Despite the rain scheduled for later on today, snow is said to resume tomorrow, beginning overnight tonight when the temperatures become a bit colder. As a quick aside, Vermont schools in this area have been called off three times so far this school year (including this morning) because of snow. Our best guess is that this state requires a level of caution regarding school bus safety that we just did not experience in suburbia, USA. With the mountainous terrain and the number of secondary roads up here, far less chances are taken regarding decisions about school closing or remaining open seem to occur up here than we had been used to in the flatlands of Massachusetts…much to the girls chagrin.

Hurricane Irene visits Golden Stage Inn

On Saturday evening of a slow weekend at the inn, even the weather was peaceful and calm, and the town’s advanced unfolding of Emergency Hurricane Evacuation Plans felt a bit like overkill.  Imagining we’d get heavy rains and strong winds the next day, we went to bed with the relaxing sounds of a steady summer shower outside our window. We woke at 1:00 am to heavy rain as we heard one of our two weekend guests returning by cab from a late-night wedding celebration.


On Sunday morning, we woke at 6:30 am to a dreary downpour and began making breakfast for our other guest who had a Fletcher Farm Craft class at 9:00.  She trudged out to class, with her hood on and umbrella up, in a futile attempt to avoid getting wet.  As the wedding celebrant arrived for a late breakfast, she debated the safety of her ride home to Rhode Island.  Maybe she should stay another night, she wondered.  She and Michael headed out into the foul weather to retrieve her car.  Serious flooding had begun by the train tracks at the junction of Routes 103 and 131.


Soon, there was a knock at the door.  A Volunteer Firefighter told us that the Black River may flood; they recommended that Proctorsville residents evacuate to the elementary school, just a half mile from the inn.  We considered that the school is both closer to the river and downhill, so we chose not to evacuate.  We urged our wedding guest to make a speedy decision.  Our Fletcher Farm guest returned; the craft school was closed due to potential flooding from the hurricane.  She chose not to evacuate but to hold the fort with us.


The phone rang: Our immediate neighbors (also noting the direction of the hill between us and the school) wanted to know if they could come to our place should the river intrude upon them. Of course we said yes (though they never did need to come). We called our downhill, on-the-river, neighbor-farmer-friends and invited them up, too.  Cara hadn’t even heard of the evacuation yet, but thanked us for the offer.


Our wedding guest decided to stay.  Great.  We had plenty of room.  We decided to make lasagna and bread for dinner.


We walked out back to our little babbling brook: It was a full-blown rushing river.  The gorgeous bridge we just had built, which usually rests several feet above the water, was now only one foot above the water.  The sound was awesome.  There wasn’t a chance the river would rise another 10 feet to flood the banks to our house, but we wondered (unnecessarily) if it would rise another foot and take out our new wooden bridge.


We walked down Depot Street to the bridge there.  A family watched as their 20-foot retaining wall was pummeled by the constant onslaught of river water and all the loot the hurricane’s waters had stolen from areas upstream, including the bleachers from our town’s ballpark, trees, sheds, and more and more. The 20-foot retaining wall stood less than five feet above water level.  We invited the family to join us at the inn, but they stood by their Up-North Independence and said they’d stay as long as their house stayed.  (But we knew they were contemplating it.)


A couple of hours later, the farmer family called back:  “Jeremiah won’t come as he is still trying to protect his bridge and his crops, but can we come up and bring our two kids … and our tenant and her two-month old baby?”  (The baby’s dad was stranded in Ludlow. It’s just four miles away, but the river was now raging between the two towns.  Not passable.)  “Yes, of course,” we said.  “See you soon.  Bring some salad and some of Jeremiah’s homemade wine to go with our lasagnas and bread.”  Mike drove down to their house to see if Jeremiah needed help.  One rarely sees as much rain as saw then.  Hurricane Irene was absolutely down pouring.


One of our daughters, Samantha or Sadie, hollered: “Someone’s at the door, Mom!” It was a young couple I’d never met.  “We’re Christina and Andrew,” Christina said. “I live three houses down, my backyard is now a pool, it’s approaching my house, we can’t get to Andrew’s house in Ludlow, and the firefighter at the bridge told us that you are dry and have room.”


“Yes, of course.  Come on in.  We’ll make lasagna and bread.  Let me get you a dry shirt, Andrew.”


The phone rang again.  It was Cara (the farmer family). “Can our neighbors, the Ripleys, come too?  Just the Mom and two daughters, as the Dad is 1/4 mile away, but the road to the elementary school is flooded and the bridge deemed unsafe.  There is already water in their backyard and moving towards their house.”


“Yes, of course. Plenty of space.  Plenty of lasagna and bread.”


Mike returned and met Christina and Andrew for the first time.  Upon greeting Andrew, Mike said:  “Hey, I have a shirt just like that!”


Er… Um… Michael, that IS your shirt.


Sadie/Samantha:  “Mom! Someone else is at the door!”   The most soaked person I’ve ever seen walked in.  A big guy, with water splattered glasses  “You’re stranded?  Come in.”  (shaking hands…)  “I’m Julie.”


“I’m Rainy.”


“Indeed you are!” I laughed.  Michael walked up. “My name is Mike.”


“Hi, my name is Rainy.”   What?! His name was really Rainy?!  I thought he was joking!  I apologized and explained my comment.


He dripped, “My car got stranded in Springfield.  Someone helped me push the car out of the flooding but it wouldn’t start again.  I hitchhiked to Proctorsville but no cars could pass. I’ve tried walking across three passes.  I just can’t get home.”


“Of course we have room.  Come on in.  We’ll find you some clothes.”


Rainy (actually spelled Rene, as I learned from the thank-you note he later wrote) was sopping and ever so grateful and apologized for any imposition.  “No, no problem, please just come in.  We’re eventually going to have some lasagna and bread.”


Sadie/Samantha: “Mom, Dad, the three Ripleys are here!!”


“Come on in!  We’re not sure where to put you yet, especially if the family with the shrinking retaining wall is going to come up too (as I was convinced they would), but come right in.”


“Thanks!  We have sleeping bags.  We’ll be happy to sleep on the floor if necessary.”


“Great.  Let me get to those lasagnas.”


Everyone helped.  Michael filled cheese and cracker plates, helped with the lasagnas, and got people settled.  Cara made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to hold people over.  I worked on those lasagnas and loaves of bread.  Our Fletcher Farm guest did our personal laundry. “Rainy” put out clean plates and glasses and washed dishes as they were used. Kids ran through the house looking for George the Ghost.  Cara’s shy tenant fed her baby and tried her best to find some quiet space.  Andrew and Christina did puzzles, watching with awe.  Our wedding guest went to recover some sleep.


Sadie/Samantha:  “Mom!  There’s someone at the door!”


”Hello, we’re wondering if you have any room.  We’re from Canada and can’t get to our hotel.”


“Of course, we do.  It might be creative but we’ll work something out.  How many of you?:


“We’re five.”


(I may have gasped audibly here.)


He continued, “It’s me and my wife and our three children, ages 9 and 11 and 12.  It’s the 12-year-old’s birthday today.”


“Yes, of course, come on in!  Get settled and join us for a lasgna dinner.”


Well, we did it. Together, we did it.  We fit everyone in, sometimes three to a bed.  We found and set up the Pack ‘n Play for the infant.  We made and ate a wonderful dinner. Mike baked and frosted a chocolate birthday cake and we sang happy birthday to young David. The phone rang all night; people were checking in on their families. The river family’s retaining wall, within inches of being overcome by the river, hung tight, as did the family.  Unfortunately, the farmer-neighbors’ bridge was taken out and their crops were flooded.  Then the water actually began to recede by bedtime.  At 9:00 pm, the hurricane took the power out.  We lit mini gas-lamps and sent each grown up to their room with one.


We woke the next morning to a bright, beautiful day.  The crisp but sunny kind of day you dream of.  The kind of day that makes you want to move to Vermont.   The power came on at 7:00 am, but we had no running water.


By the time Michael and I came downstairs at 7:30 am or so, guests were already using buckets of pool water to flush their morning toilets. They had found different sources of drinking water in order to make a pot of coffee.  We made a giant feast of eggs, bacon, ham, applesauce muffins, and juices.  Slowly, people began to trickle out of here, grateful as could ever be that Hurricane Irene had finally tired out.  Pat fed all our animals before leaving.  Mike drove Rene to his home, learning streets he’d never seen before in order to get from here to there.


The phone rings. They were evacuating the apartments over Six Loose Ladies and the Post Office:  “Can we send families to you?”


“Yes, of course.  We’ll figure something out.”


We anticipated Round Two of chaos.  Immediately a mom and her grown son were at our door.


“Yes, of course, come on in.” Let the head spinning begin.  But in the end, only one other young couple and their two year old showed up.  All others must have found a place to go.  The two families went back to their homes three days later.   The young couple and their toddler stayed for a nice shrimp scampi dinner before returning. I think we all feel like we made some new friends.


Although Hurricane Irene caused the town of Cavendish and its village of Proctorsville suffered significant damage to streets, small businesses, and individual homes, the recovery efforts and community building that has resulted is as awesome a natural wonder as the flooding itself was to see. Imagine a world in which we all reached out to one another every day the same way we do in a time of crisis.  Imagine a world in which we check on our neighbors, ask if they have enough food, and offer them a hand with something overwhelming.


It’s kind of a great image, don’t you think?