Sunday, April 20, 2014

Easter Ride on the Causeway

It's incredible weather for an Easter afternoon ride. I started off with my husband, then he deviated for a shorter loop back home.

Last time I visited the causeway I was on skis.
Lake views lure me out to Colchester's causeway trail. Water is like a magnet. Always has been, always will be.

Lake level, once again is at flood stage. However, it remains stable and is not dangerously high. All that late snowfall and melting mountain snow had to go somewhere. A few trees lining the causeway path are currently standing in water, but they always manage to survive, bent and gnarly looking. There are only a few hardy trees on this 3-mile section. I hope, someday, they'll be little ones to take their place.

Since the path reconstruction a couple years ago, someone placed this set of railroad wheels atop the marble blocks. I presume it was dredged up from the lake nearby. It's a fitting tribute to the former railroad, unusual in itself because they laid 3 miles of marble ballast, foundation for the water crossing. What was once used for structural integrity is now a marvelously unique feature.

The first mile of the causeway path traverses a wetland.
At my turnaround point I hoof it homeward, struggling into the wind for 11 miles. I was beat.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Blue Skies

Blue, blue skies. Despite the cold winter, late snowfall, and icy roads, I've come to appreciate Vermont skies. Before the buds and tiny leaves fill the treetops, we have wide open expanses. Meadows are still flattened from the weighted snow blanket. Lake views are crisp, clear before the onset of summer's humidity; I can often count individual houses on the New York side, 8 miles away.

It was the first thing I noticed when we moved here from Portland, Oregon nearly 20 years ago. Winters may be colder, but oh, the sunshine! I no longer pine for the big city life, the crowds, though I do miss skiing volcanic open slopes. Openness. Which is what I love about Lake Champlain. 110 miles long and 8 miles at it's widest.

Spaciousness. Crisp skies. Great shadows. And Canadian geese moving north, filling my commutes with song.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

We Interrupt this Commuting Program...

View out my car window as I drive up the dirt road to my workplace. Icy roads had
 melted by the afternoon. The snowy landscape was surreal.
It had rained the day before, but I totally did not expect to wake up to the rumble of a city snowplow. What the heck? I rise and peer outside to discover a few inches of snow turning the landscape winter white.

75F one day and 25F the next. Fortunately, it's a momentary hiccup. Tomorrow's forecast is for a frosty morning with clear skies, then warming to typical April temperatures. Now that I can handle!