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July 20th, 2010
Below is a Spanish translation of a July 19 article, Mexican officials visit Middlebury. Over 100 Mexican immigrants met with consulate officials in a Middlebury church to apply for passports and "matricula" residency cards. Various local organizations were also on hand to offer legal advice, health care and domestic abuse counseling. Special thanks to J.P. Allen for helping with this translation.
This past weekend, I arrived at Lake George to celebrate the Fourth of July holiday with my extended family. As with any special occasion in my family, celebration was synonymous with feasting, the kitchen full of tasty and seasonal abundance.
The Moosalamoo National Recreation Area, the region which encompasses many of the runs on this blog, is one of the wonderfully underutilized outdoor resources in the northeast. This region, roughly delineated by Rt. 125 (the Middlebury Gap road) to the north, the main ridge of the Green Mountains to the east, Goshen and Brandon to the south, and Lake Dunmore to the west, provides a treasure trove of places to explore right at our doorstep in Addison County.
Four years ago, I geared up to live in a land of dairy farms, maple syrup and cold winters. I had lived in California my whole life, and I was going to Middlebury College.
I soon found out that the winters here are indeed cold — quite cold — and I've enjoyed my share of covered bridges and berry picking. But over the years, I've come across quite a lot I didn't expect from Vermont.
This posting covers the last remaining section of the TAM (Trail Around Middlebury) which has not yet been described in this blog. Most of this run proceeds through the open meadows to the west of Middlebury College, with a short loop on the Ralph Myhre Golf Course thrown in as a warm-up.
Stacks of sandy-colored wooden barrels stood in a corner in a back room at Lincoln Peak Vineyard in New Haven, several sporting deep purple stains, suggestions of the wine that sat aging inside.
Until about eight years ago, said vineyard co-owner Chris Granstrom, this room held the checkout counter for the strawberries that grew on the 12 acres of farmland. Now, on the same land, wide, orderly rows of grape vines stretch back to the treeline.
This week’s post begins at what is by now, a fairly common trailhead for my runs, the Brooks Road parking lot. This trailhead, a mile or so downhill from the Middlebury College Snow Bowl, has been the starting point for several of my blogged runs over the last year, most recently a post entitled “A Tale of Two Weekends“.
It was only early June, and the sage plants were already threatening to take over Nola Kevra’s Ripton greenhouse. In the garden plot outside, squash plants unfurled their leaves next to shallots, garlic, beans and peas.
The hundreds of varieties of plants surrounding the house ran riot over nearly every available surface, creating an air of comfortable chaos in the small clearing around the house.
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