I was about 5 years old when my dad helped in the construction of the the Yankee Nuclear Powerplant in Vernon, Vermont. For me, it was the summer that never ended. Our family was like gypsies, as we followed my dad on various construction jobs throughout Vermont and New York. Dad would have his work truck that towed the camper, while mom and us kids followed him around in a Dodge Seneca station wagon that he had converted into a pickup. The cut open space in the back that dad created was covered with plywood panels, including the roof. This is where us kids traveled and sometimes slept. One day mom got a hold of the old Dodge while dad was gone. She surrounded the edge of the roof with red ball fringe and put flower stickers on the hood of the faded blue hippy mobile. Old Blue as it was affectionatley called, got many a peace signs as we rolled into towns, both far and wide.  Our camping setup at Buttons Bat State Park Perhaps this is why I love to travel and explore Vermont so muc...