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It’s Not a Fetish, Really

by Brian on August 6, 2010 in Vermont

A casual glance at this blog might give the impression that we have some kind of obsession with waterfalls. They have been a recurring theme lately, to be sure. That is really a function of two things: we like hiking but we also want there to be a payoff. Certainly wandering in the woods is better than a day in the office, but just seeing this isn’t usually enough reason to get us to go. Instead, we look for interesting destinations that we can’t drive to. In this part of the country, more often that not, that tends to be waterfalls. We’ve traversed ice caves and trekked to gorgeous vistas, and we hope to discover more unusual things in our travels. We gladly explore what an area has to offer. I imagine when we get out west, we will bore you with endless pictures of dry, red rocks. But until then, you’ll probably continue to see things like this . . .

Moss Glen Falls, in Stowe, Vermont, is a 125-foot waterfall that emerges from a gorge cut in the schist by Moss Glen Brook. The trail winds through spooky woods to the top of the gorge for a look at the falls from above. The hike is simple enough, but can be treacherous as slippery rocks and branches have the potential to send a careless hiker to the bottom of the gorge. Luckily, we survived the excursion and look forward to tempting fate again another day.

Although pictures are said to be worth one thousand words, even photographs are sometimes rendered speechless when trying to describe something as awesome as a powerful waterfall. In those instances, video helps, but still pales in comparison.

Alpaca Shack

by Brian on August 3, 2010 in Vermont

We’re suckers for furry critters, so we couldn’t pass up an opportunity to stop at the Alpaca Shack in North Bennington, Vermont. Or, it could be that I just like saying “Alpaca Shack.” Whatever the reason, this small, independently owned alpaca breeder, with its postage stamp sized retail store (an actual “shack”), is not something you’ll find in any guidebook. But if you’re in the area, it’s a worthwhile stop. The effusive owner is proud to introduce you to her extremely friendly animals, all of which know their names (meet baby Vaughana to the left). In the process she will also tell you more than you ever wanted to know about almost everything, and a little something about alpacas, too.

Alpaca Advice: To see the beasties in their full, fuzzy, glory, try to visit in cooler months when they’re less likely to be shorn.

Chasing Waterfalls

by Brian on August 2, 2010 in Vermont

Friday morning we spent chasing waterfalls. More specifically; Lye Brook Falls in the Green Mountains of Vermont. Getting here requires a five mile round-trip hike over modestly rugged terrain, but the payoff is well worth it. Thanks to a recent storm, the falls were livelier than we expected. This must be spectacular in the spring.

The Road Not Taken

by Brian on July 30, 2010 in Vermont

Robert Frost Stone House Museum, Shaftsbury Vermont

The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

– Robert Frost

Academics will tell you that the popular interpretation of this poem as a tribute to non-conformity is wrong, and they are, of course, correct. But I like the popular interpretation better, regardless of what the actual words say. So screw them; trying to ruin everything with their fancy “reading“, and their “understanding.”