Mrs Thompson's:  a home for hikers on the Long Trail - and good food, 1931
Mrs Thompson’s: a home for hikers on the Long Trail – and good food, 1931

The 1928 Guide Book notes “Located in Bolton Village, Mrs. George H. Thompson provides good rooms and board.” Ferry service across the Winooski River was also provided.

The following is a description of the Thompson home from the Worcester Telegram recounting a 30 day trek on the Long Trail.

A Rustic Charon

Inquiry is made at a farmhouse. A boy says he is a ferryman. ln the gathering dusk he leads the expedition out through the barnyard past the pigstye through a pasture and to the river. He ask the vagabond and the mate to sit and roll a cigaret while he bails the boat out. Bye and bye young Charon has his ferry ready. The expedltlon, bag and baggage, sits all together in the stern, The boat threatens to go under. It is steadied. The riffling river tugs at It and nudges it away. But young Charon plies the oars, cuts into midstream. While he struggles the moon comes over Camel’s Hump, picks out the shadow of the Crouching Lion and down on the river scatters, wlnks and smiles upon the bubbling stream.

Too soon the crossing is made. The boy asks and gets, 25 cents apiece. It is a high tariff, but in view of the fact that the moon came up in the mldst of the voyage, the expedition is willing to pay the price.

An hour later the Vagabond and his mate are deep lnto the trenchers. Steak, potatoes, tomatoes, corn, beets, etc., etc., etc. vanish from the table. Mrs. Thompson stands by wIth a “well, I never” expression, but her husband looks on as if he could remember tlmes when be had come out of the woods wolf-hungry.

Mrs. Thompson says her house is in a noisy location. The state highway does pass a quarter of a mile away, and ther is a railroad nearby, with a few trains a day, But Bolton has been taken back In large part by the wilderness. Up the road the Thompson farm sets on is a schoolhouse, once filled wlth noisy children, now given over to the squlrrels and the chipmunks, a place tor trees to lean ther branches on.

Some would call It lonely, some would call it haunted, but no one who has ever been there could forget it. The country of the hills and the woods.

Worcester Telegram, “In the Haunted Mountains of Vermont”, October 26, 1930.

Long Trail Guide Book 1928.