Rainy Hike
Originally uploaded by Polish Carpetlayer.
Did we bring Oregon to Vermont or did Vermont bring Oregon to us? Either way, we got rain. Lots and lots of glorious, beautiful, wet rain. And we loved it.
That being said, rain on the East Coast is a bit different than the rain on the West coast. Rain is rain here. It comes down like waterfalls. It feels like movie rain… looks. And our rainstorm didn’t stop for over a week. Elijah and Chamille swam through the first day of it and then left. I just kept swimming. Swimming to work. Swimming to class. And then swimming to Vermont.
The famous Vermont colors had been knocked down by the pounding rain, so instead of looking at them in the trees, Michelle and I walked over them in our hike. The ground was ablaze in yellows, reds, oranges and a constant coating of moisture that brought a glint to everything.
The creeks busted their banks and we were washed out of two hikes. But on the third hike, a beautiful spot outside of Danby Vermont, Michelle and I trekked a couple miles to a small pond in the Green Mountains. On the hike we ran into one man and two dogs. And we soaked it all up.
It’s amazing what life weather can bring to a place. Everything explodes with energy. It changes colors, moves and transforms places from the beginning of the storm to the end. City, country or forest—anywhere a storm happens to touch, transformations are made. Keep the weather coming. I love the fall. I can’t wait for the winter. I’ll just keep taking it all in.
