At the end of the Before Times, just about a year ago, a group of us went to Lake Morey in Fairlee, Vermont. Home of the Lake Morey Resort and its 4.3 mile ice skating trail.
Very, very cold.
Me, I don't skate. I fall. So while they were on the ice, I wandered about in the snow.
I found the overhanging roof snow fascinating.
The icicles, originally formed pointing down, now point up.
And colorful clouds.
And up we went. And yes, it was a bit of an adventure coming back down.
The view from the top. You can see our domicile from here. It is the place with the light green roof and two dark windows (and not the one with the green sides).
The sun sets early up north, and it was getting dark as we headed back down. As a preemptive measure, I sat and slid part of the way. No falling for me.
At the Strafford Nordic Center.
We had planned to stay at the Resort the year before, albeit a smaller group, but a blizzard put the kibosh on those plans. So with a larger group we opted for different accommodations, within comfortable walking distance.
The cold was good for something.
In addition to skating we did a bit of hiking.
The Palisades Trail was between the Lake and our weekend abode. Alas, one of the group, Ginger, had taken a nasty spill on the ice, and decide to sit this hike out.
Fortunately it was not breeding season, so we were good to go.
The trail was well marked. For now.
In addition to skating, hiking, and drinking, and of course eating (we always have way too much food!) we went cross country skiing.
The trails were nicely groomed. And we had a map.
But we still somehow wound up on the Kamikaze Trail.
We all survived, although I did fall. More than once. And we all had fun. And I would do it again.
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This was last February. And not long after everything shut down. It would be our last trip for some time.
Right about now this same group had planned to be in Lake Placid, enjoying similar activities.
F*#@*#g Pandemic.
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