Hubbardton Battlefield & Mt Zion

Yesterday I went hiking near Hubbardton, Vermont, visiting the battlefield for a second time (now armed with a camera), and hiking to the top of Mt Zion, which is more impressive than it sounds. It's really barely a mountain. Plus, you have to drive half-way up just to get to the trails. So it's only a 45 minute trip to the top.


Here's a view of the Taconics from Hubbartdton battlefield, the place of the only Revolutionary War battle fought on Vermont soil.


More viewy views, this time with grassy grass.


Taconics to the west, which aren't nearly as tall.


The hilly parts of Mt. Zion, in partial fall foliage glory.


More Taconic action, with Lord Actin.


Sky business!


Mt. Zion. Note the rocky rocks. I will be there soon.


And here I am, on those same rocky rocks. Call me Mr. Outback.



Finally, a foolish video I made. With Lord Acton, DP.

Friday Morning Leaf Erikson

Taken on my way to work this morning. Our warm September has delayed leaf-peeping season by a week or two. "Too much green!" the old folks cry, their tour buses zooming through our sleepy town, leaving diesel fumes and Fixident in their wake.


A church! The Presbyterian one I think.


A red tree! Surrounded by others who refuse to cooperate.


That's from my back porch, by the way. I am sooo suave.


Side street by my house. Yes, you read it right. Nickwackett.


The tree above my car. I shouldn't park there, knowing how often trees tumble down around my house. But it's a nice space.


Go yellowy, go!


Too much green. The old folks were right.

Where's the Beef?

It's still very green around here. And warm. I figured we'd be a couple of weeks ahead of the Midwest as far as fall goes, but unseasonably warm temps have put my deductive skills to shame. Shame!


Getting there. But still a ways to go.


Some red. Some sun.


A sea of green. (Or more accurately, a small pond.)