Vermont Photo Diary Pt. 2

The weather was beautiful on Mariel's birthday. I went to Stowe for my first time and we got to walk around without jackets. Being from a place without cold weather, its a kind of surreal experience for me to walk around snowy slopes in a t-shirt and jeans. Unfortunately, we got there too late to ride the gondola to the top of the mountain, but as a consolation we took a shorter trip on a line that went over the parking lot. We got an overhead view of people coming off of the mountain and starting to grill for a big tailgate party in the parking lot.

After coming back, we decided to stop into the bar. It was fairly empty, and the late afternoon light coming in through the large windows accented the wooden lodge style interior with an almost cliche feeling of warmth and comfort. Mariel's father and I both had some of the Vermont beers they had on tap. He had a Rock Art, and I a Long Trail, one of my favorites from the state. Mariel sipped at cosmopolitan made with Vermont vodka, and finished with some help from me. While at the bar, Mariel showed off her new iPad, pulling up our blog.

Sweater: Autumn Cashmere // Pants: Current/Elliott (you can buy them here!)//

After leaving Stowe, we headed towards Hinesburg, where we were to meet up with a party of people who were boiling down sap to make maple syrup. We stopped along the way to take pictures of the cows you can see above. We are still debating whether or not long haired cows are really a thing and if they are if these are them. If anyone has any information on that, let us know... The house was tucked away in the green wilderness, making our preceding trip to Stowe feel as if we had been in a world teeming with humans. The quiet was matched by a perfectly still lake, accessible through a short trip around a natural wall of trees. The chickens and cat that populated the place were more wildlife than I've been in close proximity with for a while. Not pictured here is the home made beer that we had there. It may have inspired my to make my own batch, but who knows when... brewing in the city seems difficult.