Two close high school friends of mine relocated there and have told me for years all the reasons I should join them. It's a beautiful city, nestled against Lake Champlain, and seems to boast the best of every world. The modest downtown is alive with music, shopping and food. College students are a prominent population with UVM buildings scattered about. Skiing and snowboarding are easy addictions with mountains like Stowe so close by. The people are friendly. The city is clean. And the beer is great.
However, I like to balance my beer at night with runs in the morning (good logic, I know) and Burlington was an exceptional place to explore.
There are paths nearly everywhere in Burlington and South Burlington, connecting every part of the community. It was especially refreshing for a runner who has lived her life in a constant state of fear running in streets and woods, afraid of cars or bears. Pick your poison. So, like Charleston, to have clear sidewalks and paths where other runners and bikers joined me in enjoying the outdoors was a dream.
Unfortunately, my first day of running was cold and wet. But naturally, it didn't stop me. Unlike the warm rain of Charleston, this was bitter and cold with a nice, strong wind off the lake to help keep me cool...or numb.
Cold, but beautiful.
Grey Blue Skies
Sittin' on the dock of the bay...
...wastin' time.
My long, lost sailor.
I came back later to give him a kiss.
Luckily, my second day of running was much brighter. Check back to see what it was like.
1 comment:
Have you moved to Vermont then? It is a beautiful place, and this time of year it is exceptional. I really enjoyed this and your photography skills aren't bad either! Keep writing Jess. You have a real gift.
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