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the green mountainsI’m in Vermont. All of the mountains have been green thus far, but for some reason these are officially dubbed the Green Mountains. The air is beginning to get colder at night. Yesterday I picked a maple leaf off the ground, it looked like it fell off the tree as it was trying to change. I asked someone if that was the beginning of fall and he said yes. Fall is my favorite season. Growing up in South Florida, it sounds odd to say that since we don’t have the changing leaves and all that jazz (we did have a rockin’ Harvest Moon). But my favorite part about Fall isn’t so much the visual (though thats spectacular as well) its the air. The air starts to get that crisp, smoky smell. It just feels like somethings happening. Well something is happening up here finally. The days are pretty much still heavy and humid but the nights are getting chilly. I’m excited for the colder weather, I have to admit at first I hated it because it was hard to fall asleep at night but having a warm body now helps with that.
In a lot of ways this trip feels like its been ripping me apart, things are coming undone and new realizations are surfacing about people and work and life in general. Its therapeutic in a way. Like exfoliating. I’m having realizations mostly about trust. Its funny when you get to a place after sharing so much of yourself with someone that they feel like apart of you, they are apart of you, they know everything about you. But its really funny when that same person tries hurting you with all of the things they learned about you and therefore know what will hurt you most. Well not really funny but ironic. Haters gonna hate. But I’m walking it all out. Kind of like that song. The hardest part about the trail is self doubt. You can always climb that mountain, you can always walk over that next ridge. What really prevents you from doing so is all in your head. One foot in front of the other. Inhale. Exhale. Step step step. 17 comments to the green mountains |
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(Quick note: rendering the feathers into possession is illegal. But I’m sure you put them back where you found them. (I’ve seen enough abuses that I understand why it’s illegal now. sigh.))
they’re just blue jay feathers!
Sounds like you might be reaching the epiphany (or whatever) you were looking for. Takes time to shake things out sometimes.
This sounds like it’s been very positive.
Where you are now is very pretty country. Good place to take stock of oneself.
Dig on the colours as they come out. (It’s starting a smidge early this year.)
Actually having a change of season that you can REALLY see is pretty cool. I missed it when I lived in FL.
Enjoy!
Welcome to Vermont. I hope you enjoy it here.
Hey, great to see you back on the trail and the blog!!!
Glad the journey is turning into a real journey – in every sense of the word. I hope that you are taking lots of pics along the way and perhaps more notes that you can publish at greater length when you back in civilisation. If you return to civilisation, that is!
Best.
I lived in southern vermont a year ago for first 2 years of college good times. you have to go to grafton village cheese in brattleboro they make the best cheese. brattleboro is also one of the greatest towns. Leaves are best mid september with the fog the hills will look like they are on fire.
seriously watch for bears they are easy to bump into in the woods.
people keep warning me about bears but I haven’t seen one since the smokies!
Great to see how far you’ve come–now you’re in my neck of the woods so thought I’d pass on whatever I can. Killington is just a taste–once you get to Moosilauke in NH it will be just nasty for about 200 or so miles. Also–people get lost, and mating season is coming–makes the deer and moose very cranky. I hope you’re with people.Having done my rant, now I can tell you the good stuff.
This last stretch is spectacular–from the top of Mt. Washington, if it’s really clear, you can see the Atlantic Ocean. Also, it’s arctic tundra up there–plant species that exist nowhere else. And it can be quite cold. Also, you have to pay for the shelters–but most of them are these great big houses where they feed you and have activities & stuff( I checked it out online). I hope you keep posting–I love your impressions of the countryside! What a marvellous journey you’re on!
awesome, thanks for all the advice! I’ve been hearing mousilauke is a bitch!
I’m pretty sure I’ve been to that pond, assuming it’s a beaver pond/lake near an AMC shelter. I was just in Vermont visiting family, and it was great to have actual hills and mountains to traverse. You’re right — fall was creeping in, and it seemed exciting, not sad.
Hey, I’m hoping that the benefits of your doing this trip will keep unfolding and presenting themselves to you, not only as you continue, but in the months and years and decades to come. Reflection while experiencing is one thing, reflection as time passes is another, and both bring gifts. What you said about trust and hurt — for me, I’m learning that if I can recognize other folks’ strengths and weaknesses, I can forgive them when they use what they know about me to hurt me, and of course recognize when I do similar things. And work to stop them, and when I fail, forgive myself and make amends and take some comfort in that such instances are fewer and farther between and of less intensity. And also I recognize that much of what folks do that causes hurt is actually unintentional.
At any rate, continued best wishes to you. You’re likely in NH now? Or even Maine? What an accomplishment. Good for you.
You have a beautiful blog. I used to live in Vermont and it is heaven this time of year. I am so jealous.
As to haters going to hate- I can only be honest and believe that to experience joy I need to open myself up to criticism and pain. While I wish that was not the case I would not have it any other way.
to all the folks that are playing along: semantics are everything. new age fraud dot org
One more little tip…
When you come down off Mt. Washington you eventually hit Rte. 16. the trail has you turn right–but I have a mini blaze that saves you a 3000+ foot climb. turn left (north) instead. after a mile or so you encounter wildcat ski area. If the lift is operating (and you have twenty bucks) you can take the lift to the top of the mountain and the trail is right there!
P. S. There’s a zipline for an additional fifteen, if you’re feeling adventurous.
for whats its worth, I dont read blogs. Yet…Ive read each of yours,atleast the ones u have that are linked in your facebook account. Theres like 5-ish or so and theyre all interesting enough so that it keeps me reading. which is diffiult to do in itself lol ….by how things sound,by the time you make it back to Florida, you may end up a changed person & make big changes to your lifestyle even. ….I know doing all that stuff your doing(hiing,sight seeing,experincing the world) sure would effect my outlook,a lot probably.
Beautiful entry. I love the smell of changing seasons. Spring is my absolute favourite.
It’s good to see that other people are as excited by the procession of the seasons as myself, whatever the season: even if its on the ‘downhill’ part of the year!
Although I live on the edge of a city, I’m close enough to countryside to actually smell the changes of the year: the ‘blank’ cold of winter (and we’ve had a _real_ winter for a change); the moist fecundity of the warming soil in spring; the heavy ‘green’ odour of summer and the sharp, smoke-tinged musk that heralds autumn. Of course, this being the UK, the autumn’s usual crop of wind and rain strips the trees bare before any real colour takes hold, robbing us of the visual side of the sensations… but, in the north of the UK at least, I’m seeing some Horse Chestnut leaves turning golden brown already, long before their ‘fruit’ are ripe, my apples are two weeks ahead (despite the near-drought for the first 6 months of the year and the general lack of sun recently) and squirrels have striped my hazel tree of its crop of nuts… to promptly bury them all in my lawn! Add to that the fact that we’ve already had snow settle on Ben Nevis on the 19th August (the last recorded snowfall was in late May!) and it feels like we’re spinning headlong through the last two seasons of the year into another treacherous winter… luckily I’m getting a second hand pair of skis… if we get as much snow as last year, I want to make full use of it… and ski to work for the hell of it…
Anyway good luck negociating grumpy bears and randy moose (!) and I hope the weather continues kind and lets you revel in the sensations of autumn
Take care
DTU
PS. Apologies on insisting on using the term Autumn… force of habit!
The coconut palms don’t change colors (I guess they get yellow sometimes).
Have an awesome time on your journey!