We managed to avoid the presidents day crowd for one solid day of telemarking at Sugarbush. Enough time to convince myself that I did indeed retain what I learned over break, as well as remind me just how much your legs can hurt from 4 hours of droppin' knees.
Saturday was brisk and sunny, a study of perfection in the state that will always hold my heart.
Madison had a chance to meet her aunt Maggie, who was utterly unimpressed and rather stressed to have a bouncing puppy in her face constantly.
Vermont always reminds me of how complex our connection with place is - how much our personal geography shapes our state of mind.
Its time for transitions - for forward motion. Its time to expand our geography.
