When we moved into Chipman Inn, the rooms already had names—practical ones like “The Blue Room” or “The Center Room.” The previous owner had always meant to give them something more distinctive, but hadn’t found the time. I understood that. The rooms already had personality—they just needed names that let their stories unfold.

So, in that first month, I began renaming them. Some were inspired by the house’s history. Others by the artwork tucked into corners or left behind in closets. A few arrived in my mind fully formed, like they'd just been waiting for someone to speak them aloud.

Now each room carries a name that reflects a part of this house’s evolving story. And I like to think they help shape the stories still being written—by every guest who walks through the door.

🎨 Edward Hopper

Before we’d even unpacked, I started spotting Edward Hopper prints throughout the house—hung on walls, leaning behind doors, tucked into closets. As someone who’s always loved Hopper’s work, it felt serendipitous. I gathered them together and renamed the Rose Room as The Edward Hopper, a quiet space where his light-filled paintings bring a peaceful stillness that’s hard to describe but easy to feel.

I later learned Hopper never lived in Vermont, but he and his wife Jo visited often, finding inspiration in the quiet and natural beauty. This room carries that same stillness. It’s become a favorite for artists, writers, and anyone craving space to reflect.

🌲 Nordic Nook

Once known simply as The Blue Room, this is actually our most spacious guest room. We painted it in cool Nordic hues, hung paintings of snowy days, and nearly named it Soderburg Slopes in honor of the Edward Soderberg etchings on the walls.

My favorite piece? A painting by Svitlana, our family friend, of the view from the window—looking out at Daniel Chipman’s second home just across the road. It’s a room grounded in legacy, yet made for today’s travelers. Just minutes from Rikert Nordic Center and Bread Loaf’s trails, this room draws skiers, nature lovers, and anyone who wants space to breathe.

📬 Adventurer’s Post

This room was once called “Poster Room” (three four-poster beds will do that). But we renamed it Adventurer’s Post in honor of the many hikers, tramilies, and reunion groups who’ve stayed here. It's the only room in this wing without an en suite bath—you have to cross the hall—which somehow adds to its charm.

It’s a little independent, a little scrappy, and very welcoming. Perfect for those who travel light but leave with full hearts.

(Okay, the housekeepers and I still call it Poster Room when no one’s around.)

🍂 Ode to Robert Frost

Ripton has poetry in its bones—thanks in no small part to Robert Frost and the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference just up the hill. Ode to Robert Frost is our tribute to that legacy. Quiet and tucked away, this room draws guests who come to write, think, or simply rest.

You don’t have to be a poet to stay here. But you might just leave feeling like one.

The Chipman Gathering

When all four of these rooms are booked together, we call it The Chipman Gathering—a space for retreats, reunions, or just reconnecting with the people (or purpose) that matter most. Under one roof, these rooms hold different moods, but they all share something in common: a sense of warmth, welcome, and continuity.

On the Other Side of the House...

While the main four rooms sit upstairs in the original part of the house, two downstairs guest rooms are tucked into the pre-war wing—a 1938 addition that began its life as a garage-style barn. Back then, it sheltered the kinds of cars you only see in vintage calendars now: maybe a 1934 Ford DeLuxe Roadster, a Packard Eight, or even a Studebaker Commander, parked beside a workbench lined with oil cans and hand tools.

Above the main floor was a loft you could only reach by pulling out a ladder—a spot that, for a while, served as a perch for a Northern Saw-whet Owl who made herself at home among the rafters.

The space stayed much the same for decades. No stairs, no rooms—just cars, tools, and the quiet rhythm of rural life. But if you ask around, some long-timers in Ripton still remember when, for a brief spell in the 1970s, this wing of the house transformed into a small restaurant. The details are fuzzy—just the way old stories often are—but there’s something fitting about it: the space has always had a way of drawing people in.

It wasn’t until the 1980s that this part of the house began its full transformation into living space. Today, it’s home to two guest rooms—and still holds onto that quieter, tucked-away feeling. The light is softer. The air feels a little more settled. It’s a peaceful corner of the inn, shaped by tools and travelers, meals and memories.

🍞 Bread Slice

Named in honor of nearby Bread Loaf Mountain and its storied literary tradition, Bread Slice is a warm, simple space with just enough rustic charm to feel like a slice of Vermont itself. Just five minutes up the road, the Bread Loaf Inn once welcomed travelers before becoming the home of the Bread Loaf School of English. The sign still stands, and so does the legacy.

This room is especially meaningful for families visiting students at Bread Loaf—it offers a peaceful place to land, wrapped in history and woods.

🦌 Oh Deer

Oh Deer combines playful deer-themed décor with the real deer that wander through our yard each spring to nibble cherries from the tree. It’s a guest favorite for its sense of whimsy and quiet beauty. Something about the name makes people smile—and that matters.

When Bread Slice and Oh Deer are booked together, we call it Dough a Deer. Yes, it’s a pun. But it’s also a quiet nod to another Vermont family—the von Trapps—who moved here from Austria and eventually settled in Stowe, Vermont, on an enchanted farm with sweeping mountain vistas reminiscent of their homeland. (Though, for the record, The Sound of Music isn’t exactly a documentary.) Still, the spirit of that story—of music, mountains, and family—feels right at home here.

One Last Thought...

Right now, my family lives in what we call the Barn Loft—once only accessible by ladder and home to that same owl who kept an eye on the roadster below. It’s been updated since then, of course, but it still carries the feel of something set apart.

I often wonder what it could become someday. Another suite for guests? A writer’s hideaway? A family retreat with a story all its own?

That’s the thing about this house—it’s always been evolving. The stories keep coming. And whether you're booking a stay or dreaming about becoming part of its next chapter, we’re so glad you're here.

When we first began hosting Turkish Mondays at Chipman Inn, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Would people come out to Ripton for lahmacun and içli pide? Would they try ayran, or just stick to the baklava? Would Mondays really become a day people looked forward to?

The answer, it turns out, has been a warm and resounding yes.

The inn has been quietly buzzing with neighbors and travelers alike—some who heard about it from friends, others who happened to drive by and spotted my makeshift A-frame sign out front. (Yes, the one with printer paper stapled on—one of these days I’ll get something more attractive, but for now it’s doing the job just fine.)

What started as a small experiment has become a highlight of the week. It’s simple, delicious, and brings people together in a way that feels easy and meaningful.

What’s New: Starting Easter Sunday (April 20)

Because this little pop-up has been such a hit, we’re adding a second day—just a little softer, simpler version.

Starting this Sunday, which also happens to be Easter, we’ll begin offering Turkish take-out from 4–7 p.m.

Orders can be placed by texting Elizabeth H (our cook’s partner) at 515-230-0109. She’ll send you a quick text back to confirm your order or reservation. No need to call the inn or loop me in—we’ve got a system now!

Just a note: Sunday is take-out only for the general public. However, overnight guests of the inn are invited to dine in, enjoying a special seated dinner as part of their stay.

Mondays Continue as Usual

Monday meals will continue as they’ve been—dine-in or take-out from noon to 8 p.m. These have become something of a Monday tradition around here, filling a quiet day of the week with warmth, good smells, and full plates.

Although these meals happen at the inn, they aren’t run by the inn. The food, the menu, and the creativity behind it all come from our Turkish chef and his partner Elizabeth H—we’re just the lucky ones hosting it. I might be around pouring waters or wiping down tables, but the credit for these meals belongs squarely to them.

Hope to see you this week—whether it’s Monday for a dine-in meal, or Sunday for take-out with a little extra flavor.

– Elizabeth

So many restaurants around here are closed on Mondays. And maybe it’s just me, but that always seems to be the day I most want a break from cooking. I find myself craving something warm and satisfying that I didn’t make myself. But my go-to places take their own well-deserved breaks on Mondays—looking at you, Fire & Ice, with your cozy booths and bottomless free chocolate milk. And you too, American Flatbread, where the salads pair perfectly with the flatbread and the vibe is just right.

Let's take a moment to appreciate Jessica's Restaurant at Swift House Inn, where the delectable meals are nothing short of magical. We're fortunate to have them so close to Chipman Inn, especially since one of their talented breakfast cooks lives just beyond the maple hill behind our own inn. His passion for cooking ignited when he was just 14 years old in Turkey working in restaurants, and since moving to the United States, his eagerness to spend time in the kitchen has only grown.

So when I floated the idea of serving food here at Chipman Inn on Mondays—just Mondays, for now—he was all in. And that’s how Monday Meals began.

We’re now offering lunch and dinner every Monday from noon to 8pm right here in Ripton.

On the menu: İçli Pide and Lahmacun—two warm, flavorful dishes that we like to describe as Turkish pizza-burritos. They’re hearty, a little unexpected, and surprisingly comforting. I’m not exactly the most adventurous eater, and I’d happily have one of these any night of the week.

Our cook’s already chatting about adding more dishes soon, so the menu might grow a bit each week. We’re starting simple—but stay tuned.

You’ll also find baklava, ayran (a traditional yogurt drink—salty and refreshing), and mango nectar for those who want something new, or just something sweet.

Whether you’re popping in for a midday meal or gathering with friends for an easy Monday dinner, we’d love to see you.

Dine in or take out. No reservations needed, but a quick heads-up helps—especially after 7pm. Text: 802-345-4448 | Email: info@chipmaninn.com

We’re calling it Case of the Mondays Meals and Catering for now… and we’ll see where it goes from here.

– Elizabeth

As we inch our way into another Vermont spring—the kind where it’s blue skies and t-shirts one day, and gray skies and snow pants the next—it feels like a good time for an update from Chipman Inn.

Yes, the inn is officially on the market.

And yes, we’re still here—drinking tea in the dining room, hanging fresh curtains, chatting with hikers, and cooking up all kinds of gatherings and ideas. The flowers may still be hitting snooze, but inside, things are humming along.

It may take some time to find the right buyer, and we’re in no rush. In the meantime, we’re continuing to host community events (like our Turkish Lunch on March 30 and the Death Café in May), celebrate milestones (including Middlebury College graduation parties), and look forward to a wild summer of hikers, bikers, writers, and wanderers filling these rooms once again.

A Place That’s Evolving

Since we arrived, Chipman Inn has continued to evolve. What was once a slightly weary old home is now a place buzzing with life—thanks to friends who have helped us patch, paint, repair, reimagine, and remind this place of what it can be. We're still making little improvements, room by room, corner by corner.

Why the Sale?

Some people ask, “Why are you selling if things are going well?” Fair question. The truth is, we love this place and the community around it—but we're also open to the idea that someone else might be able to take the inn even further. With 9 guest rooms plus a cozy 2-room owner’s quarters, a lively local scene (yes, right here in lil ol' Ripton!), and more potential than we can personally manage, it feels right to explore what’s possible.

Every pop-up dinner, coffee morning, and casual gathering we've hosted has been a real success—proof that people are hungry (sometimes literally) for more of this kind of thing. But truthfully, I just don’t have it in me to add “grow a café/event empire” to my to-do list. Someone with a bit more go-get-’em could really take those sparks and turn them into something bigger.

Also—if we’re being honest—our kids are getting really tired of hearing “Shhh! There are guests!” every time they open a bag of chips.

Until Then…

Until the right person comes along, we’re still here. Still laughing over coffee with guests. Still adjusting the thermostat too many times a day. Still adding new names to the guestbook. Chipman Inn is on the market, yes—but it’s not on pause.

Want to Know More?

If you’re curious about what owning an inn like this might look like—or if you just want to hear about the time the upstairs closet door opened on its own during a snowstorm—we’re happy to talk.

Thanks, as always, for being part of this story. Whether you’ve stayed with us once or followed along from afar, we’re grateful. -Elizabeth

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Some spirits linger because they cannot move on. Others stay simply because they refuse to leave a home they loved.

Long before it was Chipman Inn, the grand house standing at the heart of the village was a private residence, its halls filled with the lives of those who passed through. From the days when letters arrived by stagecoach to the evenings when cigarettes burned low in smoky, laughter-filled parlors, to today's family friendly bed & breakfast (with a strict no smoking policy), the house has always been a place of warmth, company, and—always—cats.

Three, in particular, never left.

Their portraits still hang in the house, regal in their attire, dressed as if they might step out of their frames at any moment to oversee the goings-on. And perhaps they do.

The Matriarch—Lady Ashworth (“Ashes”) (born June 20, 1837) Of the three spectral felines, Ashes is the eldest and most revered. Born in the era when the house served as Ripton’s first post office, she carried herself with all the dignity of a creature accustomed to important affairs. A smoky gray-and-amber tabby with striking golden eyes, Ashes was said to have been a constant presence in the parlor, sitting atop the wooden desk where Daniel Chipman, the town’s first postmaster, sorted letters.

She was more than a mere observer. Townspeople swore that she had a habit of pressing her paw onto certain letters, as if giving her own judgment on their contents. Some said that the mail she approved always reached its recipient in good fortune, while those she knocked to the floor held secrets best left unsent. Whether this was superstition or not, no one dared shoo her away.

Even now, guests reading in the parlor have reported feeling a small weight settle beside them, though nothing is there. Others have found their letters or postcards ever so slightly shifted from where they left them. And on still, quiet evenings, there are whispers of paper rustling when no one is in the room—as if Ashes is still sorting through correspondence, deciding which letters deserve to travel onward and which are best forgotten.

The Hostess—Cecilia (“Cinder”) (born November 1, 1894) By the time Cinder was born, the house had long since ceased its postal duties. It was a different kind of home now—one run by a widow named Harriet, who welcomed traveling physicians and boarders to stay as a way of making ends meet. Guests arrived in sturdy boots, bearing heavy satchels and the air of men who had traveled far. But whatever weight they carried, they found solace in Harriet’s quiet hospitality, and in the graceful presence of the small, dark-furred cat who moved among them like a hostess of quiet authority.

Cinder was a socialite, a little lady with deep gray fur, amber eyes, and an affinity for fine company. She was known to greet visitors at the door, weaving between their legs before perching on a windowsill, observing the evening conversations with keen interest. Some claimed that she could tell which guests would stay for only a night and which would return. Others said she had a habit of leaping onto the laps of those with troubled hearts, offering silent comfort.

Her presence is still felt today. More than one guest has reported a flicker of movement near the windows, as if something small and shadowy is watching the world outside. Some have left a seat empty at breakfast, only to find the chair mysteriously warm, as if someone—or something—had just been there. And on rare occasions, a guest sitting alone in the parlor may feel the barest sensation of a soft tail brushing against their arm, just before the fire crackles and shifts.

The Enchantress—Persephone (“Penny”) (born August 15, 1950) By the time Penny arrived, the house belonged to the Meachums, a lively and well-loved family who filled its rooms with the sound of clinking glasses, laughter, and music from Middlebury alumni who gathered for drinks and cigarettes. The parlor was no longer a place of solemn affairs—it was a place of warm, boisterous company, of intellectual conversation and late-night toasts. Penny fit right in.

A long-haired beauty with a plume of a tail and a knowing gaze, she was the undisputed queen of the house. She draped herself over velvet chairs, chose the finest laps as her resting place, and seemed to have a particular fondness for those with a drink in hand. More than one guest found their cocktail ever so slightly displaced when they looked away, and if Penny was displeased with the company, she would simply leap onto the mantle and stare them down until they reconsidered their presence.

To this day, guests who settle into a cozy chair with a glass of wine may find their drink ever so slightly moved when they look back. Some have even sworn they’ve seen a faint impression in the cushions, as if someone—something—has just risen. And in the mirrors, more than a few visitors have caught a glimpse of a fluffy, silvery shape watching them, just before vanishing as quickly as a wisp of cigarette smoke.

Three Spirits, One Home Though decades and even centuries have passed, the three ladies remain. Ashes, ever the postmistress, still oversees correspondence in the parlor. Cinder, the perfect hostess, ensures that guests feel welcomed—or warned. And Penny, ever the socialite, lingers near the sound of laughter, never one to miss a lively evening.

So if you ever find yourself at Chipman Inn, and you feel a small weight at the foot of your bed, or the softest brush of fur against your leg, do not be alarmed.

The ladies are simply making their rounds.

And I suppose that’s why, despite being an old, old house in the woods… we don’t seem to have a mouse problem.

✨ Kitchen Transformation at Chipman Inn: A Labor of Love ✨

As the year winds down, we’ve been reflecting on all the progress at Chipman Inn. While there’s plenty to celebrate, the transformation of the kitchen is a story all on its own.

It’s not a Pinterest-perfect kitchen, and it might not win any Instagram awards, but it’s up to health and fire code—something we’re incredibly proud of. This space is finally functional, safe, and ready to serve as the heart of our historic inn.

The Kitchen We Inherited

When we purchased the house, the kitchen was unforgettable (and not in a good way). In fact, it was the reason most prospective buyers passed on the property. Even our inspector refused to evaluate it, describing it as “too messy to inspect.”

Here’s a glimpse of what we were up against:

• 🍴 Piles of trash and expired food: Every corner was stuffed with years of waste—we even found a can of beans that expired in 2014! (Fun fact: Did you know beans can expire?) Cleaning it out took multiple junk removal trips and lots of elbow grease.
• 🔥 Layers of grease: Decades of grime coated the walls, floors, and even under the old gas range. Without a working ventilation system or regular maintenance, the buildup was so bad we had to shovel it out before deep cleaning.
• 🥶 The “walk-in refrigerator”: This wasn’t insulated—just an asbestos-lined closet that was as unsafe as it was inefficient. We replaced it with modern refrigerators that are far more practical (and safe).
• 🌬️ Non-functional ventilation hood: Held together with duct tape, it made the fire suppression system useless. Now, both systems are fully operational and up to code.
• ✨ Counters and cabinets: The plywood counters and rusty cabinets were beyond saving, but we repurposed metal racks where we could and upgraded to durable stainless steel surfaces.

A Team Effort

This transformation wouldn’t have been possible without some amazing help:

• Curtis Miles (Dad): For helping us overhaul the space in under a week when guests were arriving.
• Albert: For tearing out cabinets and tackling drywall work.
• Anthony Reider: For rewiring the space and upgrading the electrical system.
• Impact Fire and NEVTEC: For ensuring our fire suppression and ventilation systems are safe and up to code.
• My mom: For clearing out endless expired food and trash.
• JR and Sons: For hauling away piles of junk and helping us breathe a little easier.
• Svetlana: For her beautiful painting and stenciling that added a touch of old-world charm to the new kitchen.
• Chris Guilbeau: For wrestling the old stove out of its spot and tackling those grease-covered floors when I had reached my limit.

A Special Thanks

To our amazing guests: thank you for your patience while we had to close the kitchen for renovations. You stuck with us when all we had to work with was a toaster oven and electric griddle. Your understanding made this transformation possible, and we’re so grateful for your support.

The Before, During, and After Video

Here’s a video showing the transformation (at least the parts I remembered to capture on camera). It’s incredible to see how far this space has come:

Looking Forward

This remodel has been a labor of love (and a fair amount of sweat), but seeing how far this space has come is incredibly rewarding. The kitchen may not be fancy, but it’s functional, safe, and ready to serve as a cornerstone of Chipman Inn for years to come.

Thank you for being part of this adventure with us. Here’s to many delicious meals and memorable moments ahead!

This past weekend was one of those classic November weekends: slow, quiet, and cozy—the kind where you can hear the last leaves rustling on the trees and settle in by the fire with a book. November tends to lull visitors into a slower rhythm before the hustle of the holidays, but even so, we had a delightful surprise. By Thursday, what looked like an empty weekend transformed into a lively one, with two rooms booked and even our HipCamp spot claimed!

Our HipCampers rolled in with a rented Cruise America® RV from Long Island, ready for an adventure in the quiet Green Mountains. Mom, Dad, Uncle, and two adventurous kids—a first-grader and a fourth-grader—were tackling their first-ever RV trip. They spent their holiday weekend exploring the area and soaking up the mountain views.

Meanwhile, we welcomed two Middlebury grads from the early 2000s who brought their six- and nine-year-olds for a nostalgic trip to Vermont. They stayed in our Adventurer’s Post Room, which, with its queen bed, two twin beds, and a private bathroom with a bathtub (always a hit with little ones), felt like it was designed just for them.

The inn came alive with kids this weekend, and honestly, it was such a joy. Watching their curiosity take over as they explored the games we’ve tucked away, or seeing them pull books from the shelves (placed perfectly at kid-height, of course—boring books go above their reach), reminded me why I’ve always wanted the inn to be a welcoming place for families.

As a mom myself, I know what it’s like to feel the pull of chain hotels—kids eat free, lots of space, and no judgment when the little ones are a bit loud. But I also remember the constant shushing, the nagging worry about disturbing others, and the impersonal vibe of those places. So many New England inns proudly boast being “adults only,” and even the ones that allow kids don’t always feel like they’re expecting them.

I wanted Chipman Inn to be different. I wanted it to be a place where families could truly relax—where kids are welcomed, not just tolerated. That’s why I’ve tucked toys and games into nooks, curated books for different ages, and even set out specific toys or books in rooms when I know families with children are coming. It’s the little details, like Magna-tiles waiting on a rocking chair or a well-loved board game on the living room table, that make kids feel like this place is just as much for them as it is for the grown-ups.

Yes, our inn still has its antique charm, with creaky floors and rooms steeped in history, but it’s also a home—a home that welcomes families in the 21st century. We’re here for the memories made by the fire with s’mores, for kids building blanket forts between the chairs, and for parents unwinding with a glass of local wine or a cup of Fair Trade tea while their kids dive into a stack of new-to-them books.

And here’s a fun twist from the weekend: The RV family learned something new on their trip—turns out, RVing wasn’t for them! After one night in the RV, they decided they’d had enough of the cramped quarters and chilly mountain air. The good news? They were able to pivot their plans and spend their second night inside the cozy comfort of the inn. Sometimes the best adventures come with a bit of flexibility, and we were happy to give them a warm place to land.

So, if you’re looking for a place where your kids don’t just feel welcome but like they belong, we’d love to have you. Whether you’re here to explore the mountains or just relax by the fire, Chipman Inn is ready to be part of your family’s story.

What a beautiful and exciting wedding season we’ve had here in Ripton this year! We hosted many weddings at Chipman Inn, welcoming guests from all over, but my two favorite experiences were when we hosted the groom’s family in the spring and the bride’s family in the fall. Despite the vastly different experiences, both weddings were simply gorgeous, and it’s amazing to see how each season offers something special for a celebration here.

The most recent wedding, in the fall, was especially neat. The entire bridal party got ready at the inn, and as the wedding began, the bells of the Ripton Community Church rang out across town—audible right from the inn! The church, originally built in 1864 as the Ripton Methodist Episcopal Church, is just a short walk away, and the wedding party made a charming procession from the inn to the church on foot. It added such a warm and intimate touch to the day.

After the ceremony, the celebration continued literally next door to the inn at the Ripton Community House. This historic building, built in 1866 as the Ripton Congregational Church, was beautifully transformed for the reception. Upstairs, a bar welcomed guests, while downstairs, dining tables and a dance floor, adorned with flowers and twinkling lights, created a breathtaking atmosphere. Our ample parking lot was filled with guests arriving for the wedding, and it was wonderful to see so much joy surrounding the event.

One of my favorite moments was seeing the bride and groom’s “first look” right in front of the inn. The backdrop was pure Vermont magic—golden leaves carpeting the ground and hanging beautifully in the trees. They couldn’t have timed it better for a classic fall wedding. I’m already excited to see the photos from the day, especially with the inn and the fall foliage as the perfect setting.

And, as if the day couldn’t get any better, our usual sitting room—where we often host book clubs, crafting corners, and music jams—turned into the perfect nursery for the reception! All the little ones were able to nap comfortably while their parents danced the night away just next door. It was such a thoughtful touch that really made the event feel even more special.

It’s funny—I never thought to ask if they picked up their marriage license from Ripton Town Hall, which is in the building right between the two churches. That building holds a special place in our town’s history as well—it was the first church in Ripton, built in 1838 as the old Congregational Church. Fun fact: the land it sits on was deeded by none other than Daniel Chipman himself, original owner of Chipman House!

As we wrap up another busy wedding season, I can’t help but feel grateful to be part of these special moments for so many couples. Ripton is truly a magical place to celebrate love, no matter the season.

Planning a wedding? We’d love to help make your special day as magical as possible. From securing your marriage license at the historic Ripton Town Hall to hosting your family and guests at Chipman Inn, arranging local florists and caterers, and even finding a Justice of the Peace right here in Ripton—we’re here to assist with every detail. Whether it’s a cozy spring gathering or a breathtaking fall celebration, we’re ready to make your wedding dreams come true in the heart of Vermont.

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As I sit by the window at Chipman Inn, watching the fiery reds, brilliant oranges, and golden yellows paint the landscape, I’m reminded why Vermont is the place people flock to in search of adventure and escape. Fall here is more than a season—it’s a spectacle, a reminder that change, much like the seasons, can be breathtakingly beautiful. And while I’m soaking up every last bit of this crisp autumn air, I know what’s coming next. The snow, like an old friend, is just around the corner, ready to blanket our hills and mountains, turning this little corner of Vermont into a winter wonderland.

It’s been a whirlwind of a summer at Chipman Inn. We hosted 52 hikers this year—52 adventurers who came to explore the famous Long Trail and found solace here in our cozy little inn. There’s something about hiking that starts as a solo journey but often ends with a "tramily"—a trail family. Our Adventurer’s Post room, with its queen bed, two twins, and sink, became the go-to spot for these travelers. It’s perfect for hiking groups or "tramilies," providing a warm and welcoming space to rest their tired legs after days of conquering the trail. I still smile when I think about the way our little inn became a haven for them.

For those who love hiking, there’s no better place to stay than here, nestled in the heart of Vermont’s Green Mountains. Our inn is located just minutes from trailheads, making it easy to plan your next hiking adventure. Whether you’re tackling the Long Trail or simply looking for a scenic day hike, Chipman Inn offers a peaceful retreat with all the comforts you’ll need after a long day on the trails.

But as the hiking season wraps up and the last leaves flutter to the ground, I can’t help but turn my thoughts toward winter. The same trails that carried hikers in the summer will soon be blanketed with snow, and the skiers will follow. And just like our hiking guests, those seeking the perfect ski lodge or winter getaway will find a cozy refuge here. There’s something magical about waking up to a world covered in white, making s'mores by the fire, and heading out for a day on the slopes.

Whether you’re here for a ski vacation or a hiking retreat, there’s something undeniably special about Vermont in every season. At Chipman Inn, we’ve seen it all—the hikers, the skiers, the adventurers—and we’ve loved being a part of each journey.

So, as the seasons change, we’re ready for whatever comes next. If you’re planning a winter escape for skiing or looking to hike Vermont’s trails, there’s always a place for you here at Chipman Inn. With comfortable rooms, a welcoming atmosphere, and proximity to Vermont’s best hiking and skiing destinations, we’re the perfect home base for your next adventure.

The trees may be shedding their leaves, but Vermont’s beauty never fades. Whether it’s the vibrant colors of fall, the snowy mountains of winter, or the fresh blooms of spring, Chipman Inn is here, offering a place to stay, unwind, and explore. If you’re searching for a place to stay near the Long Trail or a quaint inn for your ski vacation, Chipman Inn welcomes you with open arms, no matter the season.

As the one-year anniversary of our arrival at Chipman Inn swiftly approaches, I'm taking this serene moment to reflect. Amidst starting a new position at the Addison Independent and gearing up for our peak season at the inn, time seems to be speeding up. We are excited to welcome long trail hikers and visitors seeking a Vermont escape from the summer heat—from bustling cities to our southern friends craving a cooler climate. This perfect moment underscores the charm and appeal of staying in Ripton, a prime destination for those wanting to experience the natural beauty and community spirit of Vermont. We’re particularly excited to reconnect with friends from Texas this July!

Running Chipman Inn has been a profound joy, primarily because of the unique individuals we meet. Each guest, from intrepid nonagenarians to curious infants, adds a distinct story to our inn’s rich tapestry. We proudly offer six intimate rooms, each with its own name rather than a mere number, emphasizing the personalized and home-like environment we cherish. This attention to detail ensures that even when fully booked, the atmosphere remains personal and welcoming. This scale allows us to truly get to know our guests, ensuring they never feel like just another number. Families, college sports teams, and long trail hikers particularly appreciate this aspect, as it enhances their experience in the picturesque town of Ripton, Vermont. Whether it's the cozy setting for families, the buzz of college athletes in town for events at Middlebury College, or the respite we provide to hikers from the nearby trails, our guests enjoy a stay that feels distinctly tailored and far from overwhelming.

To all our past guests, you are part of our inn’s family and your stories are often recounted with fondness. To future visitors, whether you're seeking a peaceful retreat from the heat, an adventurous trail experience, or a quiet corner to rejuvenate, Chipman Inn is here to welcome you. Here’s to more stories, more laughter, and more unforgettable memories at our quaint Vermont inn.

As the seasons change, the view from my favorite spot at Chipman Inn in what used to be an early 19th century kitchen, now our sitting room, offers a captivating glimpse of the Ripton Community House. With each passing month, this historic building, nearly 200 years old, transforms before my eyes. Since November's first snow, the view has remained unobstructed, allowing us to enjoy the glowing lights of the community house in the evenings, hinting at musicians playing, soup nights, and middle school plays.

For the past 29 years, the Ripton Community Coffee House has been a beacon for our community, hosting concerts every third Saturday of the month at the historic Ripton Community House. Their mission has been simple but profound: bring our community together to enjoy great music at an affordable price, nurture musicians with a welcoming place to play, and support local nonprofits through refreshment sales. The concerts have provided a stage for exceptional folk musicians while fostering a sense of unity among attendees.

Entirely run by volunteers, the Ripton Community Coffee House has operated on a pay-what-you-can basis, ensuring accessibility for everyone who wanted to experience live music. The joy of listening to talented musicians perform in this warm and inclusive setting has been unparalleled. But this May 18th will mark the end of an era with the final regularly scheduled concert. There's something symbolic about watching the Ripton Community House slowly fade from view as the leaves bud and the lush Vermont foliage closes like a curtain—a symbolic closing one of its many chapters in its 160-year-old book thus far.

Though I won't be able to see it from my Chesterfield sofa for a few months while the foliage gives it cover, the Ripton Community House will remain vibrant. Next month, a graduation ceremony for the 9th graders from our small middle school up the road will be held there, and we're thrilled to be hosting some of the grandparents of those students here at Chipman Inn. Later in the year, a wedding is scheduled just before the leaves fall again, and we eagerly anticipate the joyous celebration, with the bride getting ready in the Nordic Nook and the rest of the wedding party staying in the other five rooms.

The Ripton Community Coffee House may no longer hold monthly performances, but its legacy will live on in the community events and the memories created within those walls. And from my seat at Chipman Inn, I'll continue to cherish the changing views of this beloved community house—a symbol of Ripton's enduring spirit, resilience, and unity.

On May 18th, the Ripton Community Coffee House will present the talented duo Green Heron for their final show. However, keep an eye out for the occasional can't-miss performance at the community house, as they might bring in an artist now and then. Next year, they'll host one more big show to celebrate the 30th anniversary of their first-ever performance. Keep yourslef posted by following them on facebook @RiptonCommunityCoffeeHouse or their website https://www.rcch.org

As innkeepers nestled in the sweetest little town in Vermont, we witness the profound transformation of nature through all its seasons. Yet, there's a particular period captivating us this week—a fleeting, often underappreciated time, unaffectionately known as "mud season". But this purgatory between winter and what we usually identify as spring holds a special magic for us at Chipman Inn.

Mud season arrives quietly, as winter's snow retreats to unveil the earth beneath. The melt causes a roar in the river that is louder than we are accustomed to, a stark contrast to winter's icy waters. It's a time when the trees stand bare, still awaiting their foliage, and the ground reveals itself in shades of brown, shining with freshly melted snow. During this transition, we find an unexpected beauty, a moment of peace before the vibrant explosion of spring.

My husband, Chris, a man of profound insight and appreciation for nature's nuances, described today as the most beautiful day. Not for its visual splendor, but for the feeling it evokes. "The air has a perfect humidity. It's a perfect coolness on the skin," he remarked after his run, moved by the simplicity and purity of the experience. The rush of the river provided a soundtrack to his journey, enhancing the tranquility of his run to the Spirit of Nature trail, merely 1.5 miles from our inn.

I share this affection for mud season. The snow no longer impedes our desire to step outside, and a beautiful mist dances through the barren forest behind our home, creating a haunting yet serene ambiance. It's as if winter's ghost lingers, making peace with the imminent arrival of spring's lushness. This quiet, this purgatory between seasons, is profoundly beautiful.

Yet, we wonder, is this beauty unique to our corner of New England? Does the charm of this in-between time resonate with others, or is it a hidden treasure observed by those who've grown to love the constant yet ever-changing view from the same window?

We invite you to experience this season with us at Chipman Inn. Perhaps together, we can explore whether the subtle magic of mud season can capture your heart as it has ours. Whether you're a nature enthusiast or someone seeking a moment of peace, we believe there's something special about this time of year that everyone should experience.

So, come, be our guest. Let the understated beauty of mud season inspire you, and perhaps, like us, you'll find a deep appreciation for the extraordinary moments hidden in the ordinary.

Nestled in the tranquil heart of Ripton, Vermont, Chipman Inn stands as a beacon of historical charm and architectural ingenuity. Beyond its welcoming facade lies a rich tapestry of stories, woven into the very fabric of its structure, harking back to when it was known simply as Chipman House. Central to this narrative is the house's remarkable fireplace and beehive oven, alongside the innovative Rumford fireplace, each a testament to centuries of culinary evolution and domestic warmth.

A Gateway to the Past: The Chipman Inn's Fireplace and Beehive Oven

Chipman's fireplace, accompanied by its iconic beehive oven, serves not merely as sources of warmth and the perfect place to roast marshmallows with the family after a day out skiing, but as vibrant pieces of living history. These structures offer a direct link to the early post-Revolutionary War American homestead life, showcasing centuries of architectural and culinary traditions. The beehive oven, with its semi-spherical shape and meticulous design, reflects a lineage of masonry ovens that dates back to ancient civilizations, including the Roman Empire. Its construction demonstrates a blend of art and science, embodying the essence of "black ovens" where fire and food share a single space. This oven not only speaks to the ingenuity of past generations but also to their daily lives, where such ovens were central to the household for bread baking and meal preparation.

Revolutionary Warmth: The Rumford Fireplace's Role in Culinary Innovation

Adding to the home's historical allure is the Rumford fireplace, a revolutionary design that transformed cooking practices in the 18th century. Introduced by Count von Rumford, its efficient heat management and adjustable draughts represented a significant leap forward from the open hearths of old. This fireplace was not just a source of heat but a hub of culinary innovation, allowing cooks to prepare dishes with unprecedented precision. The kitchen, once a battleground against the unpredictability of fire, became a place of refined culinary artistry, where saucepans of varying sizes simmered over controlled flames, contributing to the rich flavors and elaborate meals of the era.

Thomas Jefferson, ever the innovator and connoisseur of fine design, was so impressed with Rumford's fireplace that he incorporated them into his own home. This nod from one of our Founding Fathers underscores the significance of the Rumford fireplace not only in culinary history but also in American architectural heritage.

A Modern Twist on Tradition

While the Rumford fireplace and its beehive oven counterpart stand as proud testaments to our culinary heritage, I must confess, their roles in meal preparation have evolved. The 1828 kitchen, once the heart of culinary activities, has undergone a remarkable transformation over the past couple centuries. Today, it serves as our inviting living room and bar area, where guests can unwind and sip their hot chocolate, enveloped by the warmth of history that permeates every corner.

In the 1930s, Chipman House embraced the modern era with the addition of a small contemporary kitchen, followed by a commercial setup in the 1970s, equipped to cater to the appetites of guests and marking the beginning of its operation as a small inn. This year, we are subtly weaving in modern enhancements that not only respect but also protect the integrity and safety of our beloved historic home. These updates ensure that the culinary offerings are not just delightful but also prepared in an environment that meets the highest standards of safety.

Yet, despite these advancements, I often find myself with a cup of coffee ensconced in a chair nearby, gazing into the flames of the old fireplace. In these moments, wrapped in the warmth of flickering light, I am transported to a time when this very room buzzed with the energy of a bustling kitchen. I envision the meticulous preparation of meals, the careful tending of the fire, and the communal joy found in gathering to share simple, yet hearty fare. Though the fireplace no longer serves its original culinary purpose, its embers occasionally give life to a s'more, offering a playful link to our gastronomic heritage.

This transformation from a kitchen to our living room and bar area has not dimmed the spirit of the space. Instead, it has become a place for our guests to create new memories, whether through a shared laugh over a drink or a quiet moment by the fire. In blending the rich tapestry of our history with the conveniences of modern hospitality, we invite everyone to partake in the legacy of Chipman Inn—a legacy that honors our past while embracing the warmth of the present.

As we embrace the vibrant beginnings of 2024 at Chipman Inn, our journey is one of transformation, not just in aesthetics but in spirit and substance. This year, we're celebrating the unseen yet significant strides we've taken to ensure our inn isn't just a place to stay, but a haven of safety and authenticity.

A testament to this commitment is our recent work on the inn's very foundation. In one of our yet-to-be-opened rooms, our diligent contractor unearthed a hidden challenge – floor joists in dire need of replacement. It was a discovery that left us in awe of the inn's resilience and underscored the necessity of our mission. While these improvements might not be immediately visible to our guests, they are crucial in providing a secure and stable environment.

This endeavor goes beyond mere renovations; it's a reflection of our philosophy. Where the previous stewardship may have overlooked certain necessities, we stand firm in our belief that the heart of hospitality lies in trust and reliability. We're not just patching up the old; we're laying down a strong, honest foundation for the future.

Our resolve is mirrored in our upcoming St. Patrick's Day Art Auction. This event is more than a showcase of beautiful artworks, ranging from Edward Soderberg’s sketches to Bennington potters pottery. It's a celebration of our commitment to not only preserve but to enhance the essence of Chipman Inn. The auction's proceeds will contribute to essential restorations within the inn, notably within our beloved attic—a true historic gem that I often delight in showing to guests who love to look at the finer details of our historic house. Unfortunately, due to deferred maintenance, parts of this charming space are now facing the challenges of dry rot, affecting the beautiful woodwork manufactured with water-powered mills of the early 1800s.

Additionally, for works sold at the auction by local artists like Svitlana Osetska, the proceeds will go directly to them, celebrating and supporting our community's creative talents.

As you join us in this chapter of renewal, we want you to know that every step you take within these walls is on a foundation strengthened by care and dedication. Our promise to you is not just a well-maintained hospitable inn, but an experience grounded in honesty and a commitment to excellence.

As you join us in this chapter of renewal, it's important to understand the weight of our undertaking. Every repair and improvement, while not always visible, is essential in preserving the house's 196-year-old legacy. Our commitment goes beyond aesthetics; it's about ensuring this historic gem can continue to stand proudly through the 21st century and beyond. We're not just patching up the old; we're safeguarding a future where the Chipman Inn remains a beacon of warmth and history. Our promise to you is a well-maintained haven, where every stay is grounded in trust and a commitment to excellence.

As the first snowflakes of the season begin to grace the picturesque landscape of Ripton, Vermont, a sense of excitement fills the air at Chipman Inn. Winter in Ripton is not just about the serene beauty of snow-covered trees and the crisp, cool air; it’s a time when the community comes alive with the anticipation of ski enthusiasts from near and far.

The Thrill of Skiing in Ripton

With the Middlebury Snow Bowl and Rikert Outdoor Center in our backyard, Ripton becomes a haven for skiers and snowboarders. These local gems offer trails and slopes that cater to all levels, from beginners looking for gentle runs to seasoned experts seeking challenging terrains.

A Connection to the Past

As we prepare for the influx of winter sports aficionados, I recently had the privilege of speaking with the granddaughter of the family who once owned the Chipman House, now the beloved Chipman Inn. This conversation was not only a delightful journey into the past but also a reminder of the rich history that surrounds us.

A Unique Piece of Ski History

One fascinating story that emerged was about Lin Meacham, a Middlebury College graduate of 1950 and the son of the former owners of the Chipman House. Lin was not just an alumnus but also a pioneer of a unique winter sport – aero-skijoring.

In February 1948, Middlebury College witnessed the birth of this novel sport, where Lin Meacham, a pilot with the Flying Panthers, performed an extraordinary feat. He looped a 100-foot rope around the tailskid of his Aeronca plane, maintaining a low-flying speed of 70 mph, and pulled members of the ski team across the frozen surface of Lake Champlain. This exhilarating activity, dubbed “aero-skijoring,” was a hit among students and faculty alike.

Sharing a Piece of History

I am thrilled to share with you a video of this remarkable event, capturing a moment in time when innovation, adventure, and the spirit of Middlebury College coalesced into a memorable winter sport.

Welcoming the Ski Season

As we look forward to welcoming skiers and snow enthusiasts to Chipman Inn, we are reminded of the unique history and adventurous spirit that Ripton embodies. Whether you are here to carve your path on the slopes or to soak in the rich heritage of our community, we are here to make your winter stay warm, comfortable, and memorable.

Join us at Chipman Inn this winter, where the charm of Vermont’s winter and the warmth of our hospitality create the perfect getaway.

Autumn in Vermont is a magnificent spectacle, with its vivid colors and crisp air. Yet, as the leaves gently fall to the ground, revealing the hidden gems here, I've come to appreciate the quieter, lesser-known aspects of our beloved community. As the caretakers of Chipman Inn, my family and I have had the privilege of experiencing our first quarter here, and it's been an enlightening journey.

We've had the pleasure of hosting a diverse range of leaf-peeping guests at our inn. Among them, we welcomed a delightful woman in her 90s who traveled with her son, creating heartwarming memories together. A couple sought a peaceful escape, taking a break while their child enjoyed a night with grandma, relishing a moment of tranquility. We were honored to host two extraordinary submarine captains on leave, both of them incredible women, adding a touch of adventure to our inn. Our inn also became a gathering place for friends, with three pals since high school in the early stages of their careers reuniting for a memorable getaway. Another group of three friends since their school days, now retired, found solace and companionship as they embarked on their own relaxing retreat. Love was in the air as a recently engaged couple celebrated the start of a new chapter in their lives. Last but not least, we welcomed a couple who has been coming to Vermont every year since their honeymoon in the 1950s, sharing their enduring love story with us. Each guest so beautiful with their stories I get to enjoy over a cup of coffee together.

The trees, stripped of their foliage, unveil a different kind of beauty. Their bare branches create captivating silhouettes against the sky, almost like nature's artwork on display.

The brisk, refreshing air in the mornings is invigorating. Taking a peaceful walk along our local trails offers a deep connection with nature. It's a time for reflection and a momentary escape from the challenges, heartache, and pain we feel while learning of the latest tragedies of wars this week.

After the vibrant autumn colors fade, a tranquil hush descends upon our community. It's a peaceful quiet that encourages introspection and the opportunity to appreciate life's simple pleasures.

Amidst this serenity, we are reminded of the local context, and how important it is to find solace in moments of beauty, even if they are temporary respites from the challenges that our neighbors in other parts of the world may be facing.

Moments like these capture the essence of ever-changing seasons, both in nature and in life. As leaves descend, fresh perspectives surface, highlighting the old church building nearby – a concealed treasure these past few months now in full view from our dining hall window. Such sights serve as poignant reminders: even amidst obscurity, time will reveal more for us to learn.

In a world torn by the heartbreak of war, where places like Ukraine and Israel bear witness to profound pain, there's a deep-seated yearning. A yearning for a future where sorrow gives way to harmony, where the symphony of unity overpowers the cries of discord. Amidst the desperate sadness, may hope light our path forward.

In times like these, hidden charms are a reminder that we can find beauty and solace amidst our local surroundings, and that even in the face of global challenges, there's hope for a brighter future. Let us treasure these moments, finding comfort and cherishing the simple joys that our community has to offer, while being mindful of the broader global context.

*Photo Description: On a window sill, there's a pumpkin painted with the vibrant image of a sunflower. This design evokes memories of Ukraine and brings to mind the film "Everything Is Illuminated." This artwork is credited to Svitlana, a talented member of our inn's staff from Dnipro, Ukraine. Beyond the window, trees can be visualized with a few remaining yellow leaves, while most have already fallen, rendering the trees almost bare. Further in the distance stands the community hall, a historical building that once served as a church meeting house and was, until this week, covered from view by the summer foliage.

Picture this: a guest, determined to reach our inn late in the evening, stormed in one evening, her frustration palpable. She had been calling for directions, and she was furious that her cell phone didn't work on our rural roads to supply her with a map on the way. She could just barely get a cell phone signal to call, but there was a hitch - our phone line rang and rang on her end but it never rang here at the inn. With a tone that could rival thunder, she vented her frustration in a tirade that would have made Shakespeare proud. To our amazement, she left without even checking in, saying the lack of phone line made her feel "unsafe," leaving us with wide eyes and dropped jaws.

To this day, we laugh heartily about her visit, occasionally quoting her colorful expressions of anger. The phone somehow magically started working again that evening and sometimes, we can't help but feel a bit grateful that the phone didn't work that night, sparing us from having to serve her breakfast too! Maybe the ghost of Daniel Chipman unplugged it for us seeing her come from miles away.

This week, the old landline once again refused to cooperate. No dial tone, but folks can call us; it's just that what we hear on the other end resembles Charlie Brown's teacher. If you've made an attempt to reach us, I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience.

Pretty much the final straw this week, we've decided to bid adieu to the landline and reached out to Verizon for cellphones that we can connect via Wi-Fi to our fiber internet, complete with a backup from Starlink internet. Not to mention the backup batteries on our modem to handle those flickers or brief power outages or the few few seconds between electricity going out and generator popping on- yes we've have many of our bases covered here so people have their electricity, wifi, and virtual work here!

By next week, we'll bid farewell to those antiquated landlines, ensuring we're well-prepared for the future while preserving the charming ambiance of our beloved inn. Perhaps it'll even bring us a step closer to the original 1828 home, free from those pesky phone wires cluttering the place.

One of the reasons guests adore Chipman Inn is the sense of stepping back in time, where life is unhurried, and the need to keep up with the latest technology is blissfully absent. The charm of this area lies in its slow pace, and we treasure that.

However, it's also true that this very lack of rapid change could pose a challenge for the long-term survival of inns like ours. The world evolves, and we must evolve with it. It's a delicate balancing act – preserving what makes us special while embracing the modern necessities that keep us thriving.

Chipman Inn is about offering a unique, timeless experience to our guests. Embracing change, without sacrificing our essence, is the path forward. It's a journey that requires care and consideration, but it's a journey worth taking.

Thank you for being a part of our story as we navigate the delicate balance between preserving the past and preparing for the future.

"I absolutely adore the scene in the musical 'Newsies' where the cast belts out 'King of New York'. Whenever I glimpse 'my face in the papes', I can't help but burst into song, particularly the line, 'Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it, but I was a star for one whole minute!' It's got me wondering though – do dock workers even use newspapers to wrap fish these days?

On a related note, here's an interesting piece from the Addison Independent: Family Can't Find Home, Buys Ripton's Inn

The title made us all cringe a bit... To me, 'home' and 'house' are entirely different concepts. We've always had a home, but indeed, finding a house in Addison County proved to be quite a challenge. :)

Hope you enjoy the read.

It’s often said that art imitates life, but sometimes, life imitates art. While many find their calling through experiences or deep introspection, others, like myself, stumble upon it through pop culture. It wasn't the literary works that guests often bring to the Bread Loaf Writers Conference, but rather the television reruns on Nick at Nite and ABC Family that subconsciously nudged me towards the world of innkeeping.

Gilmore Girls’ Lorelai Gilmore showed that managing personal responsibilities while running an inn is challenging, yet possible. Although she is a fictional character, her journey echoes the realities faced by many innkeepers, including the moments of triumph. Similarly, at our inn, multitasking is the order of the day, and every small achievement is a cause for celebration.

Newhart, a classic sitcom, featured Dick Loudon and his wife running a historic inn in Vermont, surrounded by quirky characters and humorous situations. It showcased the lighter side of innkeeping, reminding us to find humor in everyday situations. Likewise, our inn has its share of humorous moments and delightful guests that make each day memorable.

In Petticoat Junction, the Shady Rest Hotel is managed by Kate Bradley, her daughters, and Uncle Joe. It highlights the importance of family and teamwork in managing an inn. Similarly, our inn thrives on teamwork, and every guest is treated like a part of our extended family.

Forrest Gump, though not a TV show, features a scene where Forrest's mother turns their home into a guest house, underlining the unexpected encounters that can occur in such a setting. Our inn, too, has been a meeting point for many fascinating individuals, leading to unforgettable moments.

Ghosts, a series about a couple who inherit a haunted house, is a lighthearted reminder of the surprises that come with old buildings. Our inn, with its rich history, has its share of quirks, but that's what makes it unique and endearing.

Schitt's Creek is another favorite, showcasing the transformation of the Rose family and their journey in running the Rosebud Motel. Their story is a testament to resilience, adaptability, and the importance of community - values that are deeply ingrained in the ethos of our inn.

The Muppet Movie features the iconic Happiness Hotel, a place that, despite its many shortcomings, provides warmth and humor to its guests. A memorable line from the movie is when a guest asks how to "sneak out" of the hotel, and the response is "very popular choice" – a line that perfectly captures the humor and charm of the Muppets and reflects the lighthearted approach we aim to have at our inn.

Lastly, The Durrells in Corfu holds a special place in my heart. Despite the challenges faced by Louisa Durrell, including a house with chipped paint, no running water, or electricity, she made it work. It's a reminder that, despite the minor inconveniences like a crack in the wall or spotty cell service, our inn provides a warm, welcoming, and memorable experience for all our guests.

These stories serve as a reminder that, while the journey of an innkeeper comes with its share of challenges, it is also filled with moments of joy, laughter, and unforgettable encounters. As the journey at our inn unfolds, it is the hope that it will create as many cherished memories for our guests as these shows have over the years. 🏡✨

It's been exactly 56 days since my family and I embarked on an adventure of a lifetime, taking ownership of our very own inn in picturesque Ripton, Vermont. To say our journey has been an adventure would be an understatement. Here's a little glimpse into our whirlwind introduction to inn-keeping and life in Vermont.

Day 1: Just 4 hours after signing the papers to make the inn our own, we welcomed our first guests. They were the coolest guests too. A man riding in the Vermont Gran Fondo, a crazy challenging race, along with his wife and mother who cheered him along. The race went right by the inn while the rain started to fall...

The Great Flood: The following weekend, Vermont experienced a major flood. The landscapes that we had just begun to admire and acquaint ourselves with were completely transformed. Our heart goes out to a neighbor up the road whose house met with a devastating mudslide. We witnessed roads washing out, and like many in the community, our basement wasn’t spared from the floodwaters. Around midnight that evening a neighbor who backs up to the Middlebury River knocked on the door asking for a room for the night as the river started to come to their doorway, I settled them into our last available room and 15 minutes later a young father knocked on the door telling us the road ahead was closed and by the time they turned around the road less than a quarter mile up had washed out too. I was so sorry for them I told them we were totally booked, but we still had a sofa... he, his wife, 2 year old and 6 month old slept on the floor by the fireplace that night. That led us into our most active breakfast that hasn't seen the like since.

The resilience and spirit of Vermonters truly shone during this time, and the community continues to rally together in support of one another.

Unexpected Visits: In the midst of everything, my youngest decided to give us a scare. A simple act of slamming his toe in a car door led us to the lovely hospital in Middlebury. It wasn’t the kind of local tour we had in mind, but every cloud has a silver lining. The staff was wonderful, and it gave us another perspective into the warmth and care of our new community.

Repairs Upon Repairs: As you can imagine, an old inn comes with its share of quirks and much-needed repairs. We're quickly learning that in Vermont, patience is more than a virtue; it's a way of life. Whether it's waiting for a technician or sourcing the perfect part, "nothing happens fast in Vermont" has become our new mantra... and while sometimes we feel that frustration and Austin-accustomation of just wanting what we want when we want it... it has been a great change of pace for us and we appreciate that others have extended the same patience with us as well.

School Bells Are Ringing: The kids are gearing up to start school in a mere 11 days. The anticipation is palpable. New classes, new faces, and a whole lot of new experiences await them. They’re more than ready to meet new friends and delve into this new chapter.

Community Bonds: Amidst the chaos, I've been fortunate to meet what feels like half the town, and it's been heartwarming. (Note there are less than 800 people in this town so saying I've met half the town is not much of an exaggeration!) If you're ever in Vermont and want to get the true local experience, make a pit stop at the country store or the recycling center. These places, seemingly ordinary, are the heartbeat of the community, and the social hubs where stories, laughter, and advice are freely exchanged.

To sum it up, the past 56 days have been a mix of challenges, discoveries, and invaluable experiences. Through the ups and downs, the floods and repairs, one thing remains constant: our love for this beautiful state and its incredible people. Here's to many more days, stories, and adventures in Vermont!

Until next time, Elizabeth G