This weekend, I went on a road trip to Vermont with Alison and Krissy. We mostly were happy to get off campus for a weekend- to sleep in real beds, eat real food, and have a good time. We did do a few touristy-Vermont things, though.
Here we are at a sugar shack eating “maple creamies”, maple-flavored soft-serve ice cream.
Me, Krissy, and Alison eating our creamies. They were delicious. :)
The thing that got me, though, were the MOUNTAINS! They weren’t exactly my first mountains, but they might as well have been. I guess I just didn’t realize that all of New England is covered in them that way.
I feel really ignorant saying I didn’t believe mountains existed before, but it’s sort of true. I guess I thought the pointed, triangle-top mountains that kids draw were some sort of exaggeration, that mountains were really just taller versions of hills. I’ve been saying right along that we define what we see around us in terms of what we know- it was that way with me and mountains. At the very least I didn’t really think REAL mountains existed outside of the famous mountain ranges of Europe, Africa, and South America.
But there they were, evident almost as soon as we crossed the border, covering Vermont like a feild of giants. I didn’t take very impressive pictures of them, but I really think you just have to experience them to know what I mean. From up above they were quite beautiful, though I told Alison and Krissy I think I would get claustrophobic pretty quickly if I were to spend a very long time there. Nonetheless, when Alison said
“Do you understand now why I feel naked in New York? I didn’t notice it so much in New Mexico, because the scenery was so different, but in New York everything is the same as Vermont but without the Mountains!” I knew exactly what she meant.