After road tripping 1,100 miles from Pennsylvania to Vermont, I’m settling into some pretty sweet housesitting digs near Waterbury, Vermont. The house is warm and beautiful, my dogs and the resident cats are nearing a truce and the view out my window is nothing short of divine:
My two weeks here are going to busy, busy, busy (I’m juggling eight stories for EARTH magazine, including a feature, and a commissioned essay on water conservation, all due before December, plus Blonde Coyote posts) but that doesn’t mean I can’t make time for doing what I love most: climbing mountains!
Whenever I find myself in a new landscape, I like to visit the highest points on my horizon to get the lay of the land. This weekend, I headed out to tag Camel’s Hump, Vermont’s third highest mountain.
From the summit I couldn’t quite pick out my house, though I did find the closest town as well as discover just how close I am to Mount Mansfield, Vermont’s highest peak. It’s up next! Now this week, while I’m stuck at the keyboard, banging out all these stories, I can look out the window at Camel’s Hump and feel truly accomplished.
This hike dedicated to my grandmother Capie, who would have been 92 on Saturday. Capie taught me many things, including to do what I love and love what I do. No better way to celebrate her memory and legacy than by spending her day climbing a mountain.