It has been a beautiful summer. I spent many hours enjoying the people and places I love.
This summer I also hiked. I hiked a lot. Sometime in July, I calculated I had hiked over 70 miles since school ended June 20. I decided I wanted to try to hike 100 miles before school began again.
The mountains in Vermont are glorious. The views and vistas magnificent. No two mountains are alike. The trails vary in length and difficulty. The views partial or a full 360 degrees.
To me, it doesn’t matter. The journey up the mountain is just as special and wondrous as the summit.
School began August 20. On August 19, I hiked up Sunset Ledge and watched the sun set. As I sat and gazed out I realized I had reached and surpassed my goal of 100 miles.
This summer I hiked 101.5 miles.
As I climbed down in the dark, I smiled. Maybe next summer I’ll try for 200 miles.
Deep in the heart of Vermont lies the Green Mountain National Forest.
Throughout this forest are dozens of roads. Forest roads. They have no names… Only numbers.
There is something magical whenever I find myself on one. I never know what I will find or where I will end up. But it is always something that captures my heart and and my soul. There is wonder around every corner.
Lakes, ponds, rivers, waterfalls, mountains, fields, trees, and even wild blueberries.
It is a place to get lost…Completely lost.
But what you find is miraculous.
You feel a deep sense of awe and reverence for this enchanted place.
And you notice a connection. Life is like a series of forest roads. You never know quite where they may lead. But along the way you will enjoy the glorious scenery, surprises, adventures, and wonders…
Around every bend in the road.
I am on the forest roads of my life. And it is a beautiful journey.
It seems to take forever to get here. Summer here in Vermont is notoriously late. A chilly and wet June dashed hopes of it arriving on time. But when it does finally arrive…it is a time of delicious celebration. A feast for the senses.
And so we immerse ourselves in the glorious scents and sounds and…tastes of summer.
Scrumptious rich sunsets
Delectable warm waters
Juicy succulent flowers
Heavenly blue skies
Sweet luscious fields
Enticing aromatic forests
Mouthwatering ripe gardens
There is a certain flavor to summer. It is a time that awakens and arouses all of our senses.
It is a time to savor and enjoy and taste…every last morsel.
There is a place. In the far northeast corner of Vermont. A place I have come to love. A place where I have over the years sought peace and serenity and found so much more. It holds a very special place in my heart.
With her towering mountains that stand guard over her shores.
With her calm and reflective waters.
With iher glorious vistas and magnificent sunsets.
It is a place where worries fall away and life slows down. A step back into a simpler time. And wonder around every corner and on every mountain top.
It’s always hard to leave. But I know that she’s always here for me. Waiting patiently until I return again.
From Lake Willoughby with love…
I couldn’t pick just one….
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “ROY G. BIV.”
The world around me is growing, blooming, flourishing. I am in awe of her beauty and her unfolding.
I love all seasons but spring…the season of rebirth…holds me in her spell. Enchanting, captivating, and radiant.
I immerse myself in her lushness and extravagance.
I stare in wonder at the abundance of colors and inhale the heavenly scents.
I feel gentle breezes and nourishing rains. The earth is truly coming back to life.
There is a stirring inside my soul. A desire, a passion, a reverence for what I am seeing and experiencing around me and within me. I feel myself blossoming and expanding. My heart joyous and content.
It’s as though I am kissing the earth. Savoring these tender and sweet moments. And as I journey through this season…
I feel the earth kissing me back.