My neighbor owns a share in a hunting camp that has been in his family for an age and a half. Tradition has it that on the Friday before hunting season starts, everyone meets at the covered bridge on the road up towards camp and they pass around a bottle of brandy. In years past it has been apricot brandy; this year it was wild cherry. Well the other night my neighbor stopped by for a visit and he brought that bottle of brandy. I'm now one degree of separation from being a full fledged member of the hunting camp.
And today, since I've never had apricot brandy, I went and bought a wee bottle. On a 32 degree day, that stuff warms up the insides even when the outsides are a bit chilly.
So. Have any of you been sitting around for over a week, bowl of popcorn in hand, waiting for the massive photo explosion I promised? I hope not but just in case, here is part two of the Catching Up Chronicles - foliage in Vermont. All the first pictures were taken on my road as I was driving to Hinesburg back in October:
While in Hinesburg we hiked up to the ledge by Kathy's house:
That would be Evan making his Evan face.
Even the tripod went with.
"Ze plane! Ze plane!"
(I heard a rumor there is a remake in the works.)
Aaaaaaaand now, the obligatory Christine pictures:
That last one is a tree at the bottom of Kathy's driveway. Sometimes nature is as twisted as we are.