After "the hottest summer since they started keeping records", the temps here have plummeted to an absurdly normal fall level. As a result, my time here in Vermont has be spent lounging around in camp drinking cocoa, and crancking through beautiful hills and mountains without breaking too much of a sweat.
As for neat things, add another bear to the list (15 so far I believe) as well as a coyote this afternoon and a nicely groomed looking chicken about 3 days ago. Did a bit of a double take with the chicken as it was in the middle of the woods, not even near any sign of a farm...bet it won't last long.
Also, I had my first whoopie pie on trail today (I guess I had one in Lewiston 2 weekends ago, but it was still exciting). At the same farm stand I also purchased a good apple, but it didn't hold a candle to two I picked off a wild tree on top of a mountain later that day, 99 cents wasted I suppose.
Currently, I am playing the role of "surragate child" for the Millers here in Woodstock (as in Liz Miller), who found themselves with an empty nest and graciously opened their doors to my wandering soul.
Hope all is well. Its looking like I may spend the winter out west making snow in Utah (aka just sitting around watching it fall from the sky).
Be well.
Rusty