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I had hoped that by this time in December, I would be sharing new ski touring adventures. While there is some cross country skiing to be enjoyed, the cover is a little too thin to get out of well-groomed fields and into the more uneven terrain of the woods. That said, I have no objection to trail running in the snow, at least shallow snow, and on this gorgeous sunny day, it seemed a great day for a run on paved road, dirt road, and trail.
There haven’t been any posts for a few weeks now – hunting season is not the best time for exploring new trails, and the weather has not been particularly accommodating. However, with Christmas coming up, it is a good time to suggest some toys for the runners in your life. One of the allures of running is its simplicity – a decent pair of shoes and gym shorts, and you can have a great time. That said, I have found a few gadgets which certainly enhance my running experience.
If you stopped by my house Thanksgiving Day, you might have noticed something unusual about our living room. That morning, we turned the furniture around backward, facing a corner that currently features a weight bench, an abandoned cat toy and a few dust bunnies.
After wringing much of the goodness out of my old vehicle over the course of seven-plus years, we recently invested in a new set of wheels. My wish-list going into the substantial purchase: that it be an American vehicle with a good Consumer Reports ranking and safety record; have enough cargo space for dump/recycling runs; and that it be capable of towing my late father’s small, barely seaworthy boat that I refuse to junk and use occasionally for fishing jaunts on Bristol Pond.
Watch as five-year-old Bjorn Coburn of Cornwall takes note of the construction along Route 30 and in Middlebury, and uses what he picks up to revitalize his own backyard.
Bjorn to Pave from Addison Independent on Vimeo.
I don’t spend all that much time reading and writing comments on newspaper websites, but make a few exceptions for boston.com baseball coverage, Charlie Pierce blogs and Chad Finn columns; for Burlington Free Press articles on high school field hockey and football; and, only rarely, for an occasional Entertainment Weekly article at ewonline.com. In case anyone else out there reads the same stuff, I don’t mind outing myself as vermontk (boston.com) or Vermont K (BFP).
There are plenty of reasons to see through the glass darkly in late November. You don’t need me to remind you what they are.
But there are also good reasons why it’s become an American tradition to say thanks amid the gathering darkness.
On this holiday, I’m grateful for a few small-time heroes.
I call them “small-time” not because their heroism is petty or unworthy. It’s just that their kind of everyday valor goes largely unnoticed.
I got to thinking about that when I attended a wedding at the Waybury Inn this past summer.
Last Saturday night, I decided to move a full-size mattress — and box spring — up a flight of stairs in a narrow hallway. Alone.
Why do I do these things? Where was the voice of reason saying, “Many hands make light work?"
It was being drowned out by the voice of optimism, which kept shouting, “You can do this! Probably!”
My husband and daughter were gone for the evening, and I thought I would surprise her by moving out her no-longer-wanted single bunk beds and moving in the double bed some friends had brought over earlier that day.
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