Time flies when you’re having fun! After three fast weeks in Vermont, I’m hitting the road again tomorrow. Between looming deadlines, short daylight hours and frequent snow days, I didn’t get to do as much exploring around northern Vermont as I had hoped. I made it up Camel’s Hump, but Mount Mansfield and Mount Hunger both got snowed out, as did my jaunt down to Middlebury.
I may not have driven many miles in Vermont, but I did cover quite a bit of ground. No matter how busy I was or how snowy the weather, I went out for a walk every day on the old logging roads and snowmobile tracks in the woods behind my house. Nothing beats being able to walk out the door and onto a trail. These logging roads, cut half a century ago, diverge in all directions, leading upslope and down, to the river, to wooded dead ends, to town, to Ben & Jerry’s.
This time of year, the woods aren’t yellow, nor are they quite yet filled with snow, but as I walked, I often recalled the poems of Robert Frost, who lived in and loved Vermont and likely wrote many of his works while walking old logging roads like these. I think Frost would agree that you do not have to travel far from home to see more of the world.