Fun & Fitness over 50

On Thursday, Mrs. MTBMan1 and I drove 4 hours north to Smuggler's Notch Resort in Vermont.

We had been invited by friends to stay for a couple of days with them during their winter vacation.

The ride up to Burlington was shocking. Oh, there were stunning views to the west of the Adirondacks across Lake Champlain but where was the snow? This was northern Vermont for heaven sake! If anything, there was less snow on the ground than we had in Albany. Of course, this was the Champlain valley so perhaps it was particularly sheltered from the weather in a similar way that our own Hudson River protects Albany from the harsher winter storms.

We were grateful for the easy driving but we came for the snow!

We turned east after Burlington and in a few miles a different panorama presented itself.

We saw low hills, gradually rising into higher ones with gray clouds clinging to their sides. And snow, glorious snow, like sugary icing coating the trees. Along the ground as we progressed eastward, snow began to appear, deeper and deeper, inch by inch. It was as if we were journeying back into winter from a place that was already toying with spring. Within a few miles of the resort it was snowing. And it continued to snow almost continuously during our stay. Finally, the Green Mountains of Vermont, the land of perpetual snow!
(more to come) ...