Color, as far as the eye can carry.
Sunlight filtering through a season at its peak.
The sound of the paddle, and little else.
Cross-country skiing with views of the Presidential Range.
A view like this makes it easy to slow down and take in everything fall has to offer.
Between sky and reflection.
Winter across the fields and mountains.
The season glowing, and a companion to share it with.
A place that feels discovered, not expected.
The kind of day made for wandering.
The Green Mountains, rolling without end.
The barn above, the road below, and fall all around.
Above the clouds, and far from everything else.
Where the day ends gently.
A blaze of leaves and light.
A moment that makes the climb worth it.
A quiet corner of the woods, a sugar house, and a pup enjoying every bit of it.
The lake, keeping its own quiet record.
The kind of movement that clears the mind.
Hill Farmstead Brewery, tucked in the hills of the Northeast Kingdom.
The lake below, the world opening wide.
The first light, and the road all to yourself.
The kind of vastness that stays with you.
The kind of road you follow without question.