Otter Creek Falls cascading through downtown Middlebury, Vermont beneath a stone mill building
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Middlebury

"In Middlebury, the town was built quite literally around a waterfall, and it's still the first thing anyone shows you."

A Green Mountain college town split by a waterfall, where Otter Creek tumbles right through the middle of downtown beneath a historic gristmill turned shop. Lia and I lingered on the falls bridge longer than any single waterfall has ever earned, just watching the water and the students go by.

Middlebury announces itself with a waterfall right in the center of town, where Otter Creek drops over a limestone ledge beside a stone mill building that once ground grain for the whole valley. Lia and I arrived expecting a quiet college town and got that, plus this unexpected drama of falling water framed by brick storefronts and a white-steepled church on the hill above — Middlebury College’s campus climbs that hill, giving the whole town a layered, postcard geometry of falls, Main Street, and ivy.

The falls and the marble works

We spent our first afternoon simply walking the little network of bridges and overlooks around the falls, where the old Frog Hollow mill complex now houses artisan shops and a craft gallery instead of grinding wheels. A short walk uphill, the Vermont Folklife exhibits and a small marble-working display reminded us that Middlebury’s wealth came originally from marble quarried nearby — the same stone that built much of the town’s handsome 19th-century architecture, including the college’s oldest halls.

Stone mill buildings beside the cascading waterfall in downtown Middlebury

Cider, cheese, and the college green

Middlebury sits at the heart of Addison County farm country, and we spent a golden afternoon driving a loop of the Vermont Cheese Trail, stopping at a working creamery for samples of clothbound cheddar before finishing at a small orchard for cider donuts eaten standing up in the parking lot. Back in town that evening, the college green filled with students playing frisbee under maples just starting to turn, and we ate dinner at a Main Street bistro that sourced nearly everything on the menu from farms we’d probably just driven past.

Rolling farmland and a red barn in Addison County near Middlebury, Vermont

Getting There

Burlington International Airport is the closest, about forty minutes north via Route 7, and most visitors fly there before renting a car. From Boston, it’s roughly a three-and-a-half-hour drive northwest through the mountains. Amtrak’s Ethan Allen Express also connects Middlebury to New York’s Penn Station, a scenic if unhurried alternative to driving. Once in town, the compact downtown is entirely walkable, though a car is useful for reaching the surrounding farms and orchards.

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