Snowshoeing is all that is left to me

In times past, we’d flee to Vermont with a truckload of skis and boots, but I left my youth and my knees at Okemo. So when we flee to Vermont now, the only winter sport left to me is snowshoeing. Those are my feet in rented snowshoes, and let me tell you, I can’t think of …

It’s spring. Le sigh.

Remember this winter’s first snow fall? It was magical. It was soft. You woke up the morning after and pulled back the shades and gasped at how pretty the snow rendered the broken lawn chairs in your neighbors backyard. Shoveling is fun! Let’s do it together, and whine about the weather, but we don’t mean …