I continue to be just stunned by the powerful shift that comes from walking Nicole Grubman’s “loop roads”—see her book I Left my Sole in Vermont—both because of the “speed,” or lack thereof, and the looping. She speaks of this in the book quite elegantly.
Yesterday morning, Rob and Michael and I walked the roads of Cabot, simply gorgeous and all the more so by it being a crisp (18F) morning. On the three-mile walk we encountered two cars, a tractor and an old man “jogging” with his dog. Not bad.
Tamarack’s in their full glory
Imagine working this field!
Michael and Rob walking ahead
The view at the top of this rise is a gift…
…and this is it!
The Bothfeld farm is still very much alive and well.
I love the contrast.
A short trip from the farm to the cemetery where many of the original settlers were buried including several who died in 1812.
The door of the nearby West Hill schoolhouse, beautifully restored.
What a year for apples!
Last night I flew to NYC where I am encountering thousands of cars and tens of thousands of people. Also not bad but so different it makes my head spin.
The George Washington bridge as it looked last night upon our arrival into NYC!
This entry was published on November 5, 2013 at 11:28 am. It’s filed under Fall colors
, John Snell
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, George Washington Bridge
, I Left my Sole In
, Nicole Grubman
, Road walking
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