Seeing pictures and hearing stories from friends in New England has me a bit melancholy, wishing that Southern California had a bit more in the way of actual seasons. Especially when the leaves turn.
These pictures were taken just after takeoff from Burlington International, on the shores of Lake Champlain, about forty miles south of the Canadian border.
Shortly after takeoff on Runway 15, off the left side you’ll see the University of Vermont. When I was in high school we referred to it as “Groovy UV,” but I’m not sure anyone does any more. I’m not sure anyone refers to anything as “groovy” any more, at least not unless they’re mocking something or someone.
Lake Champlain should be the sixth Great Lake – but it’s not. That’s upstate New York over on the far side. No sign of Champ, the legendary cousin of the Loch Ness Monster that some people believe lives in the area.
Many islands and a lot of waterfront. It’s lovely in the spring and summer, unbelievably gorgeous in the fall, and very cold and icy in the winter. Three out of four ain’t bad, I guess. And if you like winter sports and the cold, you’re golden!
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 