As I look to yon high hills

Aug 01, 2015 11:15

I'm in Burlington, Vermont for the weekend. There's no particular event happening; I just haven't been here since the Champlain Valley Folk Festival a few years ago, and I wanted to revisit the Shelburne Museum. It feels good to be somewhere that nobody knows me, I have no set schedule and I can wander at length and admire things and places and people.

Burlington is on Lake Champlain, and I'm hoping to go biking tomorrow. The hills of New York across the lake are huge and blue and a little eerie. Even people who aren't usually fanciful get thoughtful and poetic confronted with those hills; I remember a family friend who was not given to remarks like this, saying that they looked like fairyland.

Turns out there's also a Festival of Fools in town, so I might check that out when I return. But right now I'm burning daylight when I could be admiring the weathervane collection, so I'm going to head out. I'll report back if I see anything of interest. 

travels, history, museums, art

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