Wednesday, March 7, 2012
snowy woods, walking.
I had a very strange afternoon today and I decided at 4pm that I needed to take a drive. After continuing to follow my car compass south, out of town and onto rural dirt roads, I ended up in the Green Mountain National Forest. It was dusk, I was alone. The light was beautiful. I meant to tell someone where I was going but lost service. I went to one of my favorite places, the Robert Frost Trail. It's a beautiful piece of land and Frost's poetry is placed all along the trail. I've been here many times over the 10 years I've lived in Vermont. On this land, I've had prescient moments, I've cleared my head, I've lugged a 4x5 camera in the snow. Today, I just walked until the ice prevented me from going uphill; I could have scrambled, but decided that today wasn't the day to slide to an icy demise.