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Snow Falling Off Cedars

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shoeing at the 3SI

The X-country trails are much wider than this snowshoe trail.

In Vermont, we make hay while the sun shines and make tracks when the snow falls. In between, we get indoorsy.

Find places for snowshoeing and cross-country skiing here and especially here. The charming Three Stallion Inn, located in cozy Randolph (the geographic center of Vermont), is where I took this photo today. The only sound was snow falling off cedars and the birds. They have a nice Valentine’s weekend package and it’s quite near I-89; use of their densely wooded, hilly, underpopulated trails is included. I recommend also the ski touring center at the Woodstock Inn, which will run you more but has a gym, indoor pool, and hot tub. It is more of a hike off the interstate, 30 minutes from Killington. There is a cool-looking concert that Saturday night in Randolph’s Chandler Music Hall, favored by musicians of all stripes including “fiddlers” Natalie MacMaster and Midori.

Maine, in the The Magic Hour

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Is this thing on?

Wine o’clock and all is well.

Sources differ in photography and cinematography as to whether it is called the “magic hour” or the “golden hour,” when this hour occurs, and if it is, in fact, an hour.  Handy calculator here. I prefer “magic hour” because in medical terms the “golden hour” is the critical hour following a serious injury or risky birth — a notion fraught with peril most of us want no part of.

In my family it is known more widely as “wine o-clock” or, in our Midwestern contingent, “beer o’clock.”

The houses along the shore are lit up by the setting sun in a way that reminds me of the Emerald City in Oz. Beer o’clock can get you to the Emerald City.

Just to See How it Turns Out

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Look at that little face.

Sometimes you come across something so interesting you want to stick around just to see how it turns out. This can be true of children.

Not everyone agrees, of course.  A friend once said: “I’m not really interested in children I’m not related to.”

Pretty sure I’m related to Spike here. He crawled many feet to see me. That’s family! I wish I could see how he turns out.