So, I took two field trips this week : Tuesday afternoon a group of us drove over “the notch” at Jeffersonville down into Stowe–and of course, we stopped [because you have to stop during leaf season when a gondola ride is involved]. Were swiftly aloft. To the top of Mt. Ascutney [a mountain I climbed at least three times when I was a teenager camper at The Walden School in Vershire Center, VT]. We squealed as we left the padlock, you know, that question-mark moment when the gondola dips off the deck and rolls through the first in-line tower head.
Yesterday, my friend Britt and I rented hybrids in Morrisville, seven miles from the residency in Johnson, and rode about 20 miles on the rails to trail [currently spans about 80 miles, I think.] My first ride since coming here on Sept 25th. For you, Gus’s Gals!!!
Today, I wrote the start to another new piece of Jan’s story. About Ancient Voices. I’m learning to lean in when I need to lean in [that is, stay in the chair–no matter what] and when to move, change the scenery, in order to return.