10/08/2026
My Vermont Photo Project 26.049
“The Cow Hole”
We spent much of my childhood at our family camp in Hanksville. Time was spend lazing in the grass, sitting by the fire, playing in the brook, visiting with distant cousins who would stop by for the afternoon, chatting with local legend Herbie, and being lulled asleep by the babbling brook.
While there are endless stories of our time at camp, this is my favorite about the brook.
For a few summers my parents lived in a tent at camp, and did much of their bathing in “the cow hole” a waist deep spot on the brook just upriver from the large sloping lawn. My grandparents were up for the day, and the fire department stopped by to see if they could fill up their tanker truck. My grandmother knew my mom and dad were skinny dipping, but sent them down with their hoses anyway to give the firemen a bit of a show. 🚨
