As the sun sank, we chatted about sea monsters: Nessie, Champ and Ogopogo and long dead relatives while we watched boats sail on water as smooth as glass set against purple misty mountains.
The wind picked up as the sky turned golden. We ordered French Onion Soup and another glass of wine.
The boats started to return to their slips as the evening slipped into darkness.
Is there anything more beautiful than a sunset in autumn on a lake in Vermont?
We loved the Ice House, the food was good, the service prompt and the staff charming. They also have one of the best views in town.