Single Symbols of My Time In Vermont 2 019

I have had the good fortune this year,  2019, as in many previous years, to spend time in Cedar Shelter in Mount Philo State Park. Every morning when I wake up I look up to see how the leaves of the giant maple trees that ring Cedar appear depending on light, sky, and time. Even this single leaf tells a story, what might that be, given that the maple tree is perhaps 100 feet tall and leaf bearing branches only appear starting at 50 feet above me.

I also have had the good fortune, as I do every year, to have Speeder and Earl's Coffee Shop on Pine Street as one of my Burlington homes away from home, welcoming all for as long as we want to stay, reading, writing, watching, talking. In my time there I am a steady customer who over time notes all the others who, like me, enjoy S & E's hospitality to the fullest. Here I offer a single image of what I see on the table of a woman who, like me, is pouring text into her laptop. I reveal nothing about that woman but encourage you to think about what this image suggests to you..

That's all for now, Sunday, 16 June 2019. Have to leave for Albany, last stop before I leave for Sweden. The people I have met in Burlington tell me, as always, that there must still be hope for America because they all have shown an America you hardly could imagine if all you know comes from the dark reports in the New York Times that I read every morning and comment on.

I ALSO LOVE MOUNT PHILO IN VERMONT USA

I never got around to writing and showing why I love Göteborg and now I am on the other side of the Atlantic on the mountain (small) that I love, Mount Philo in Charlotte, Vermont, just south of Burlington, and the location of Vermont's first state park.

I will be posting photos and videos here when and if everything is working right, definitely not earlier today but there is hope. 

Arrival: 

The Adirondack Mountains where I worked as a geologist with my Ph.D. advisor to be, Matt Walton. One of the foreground mountains on the other side of Lake Champlain is Rattlesnake Mountain, where we were mapping and even observing my first Adirondack rattlesnake. That was in the summer of 1954, a long, long time ago.

The rain that first night was formidable, and fairly typical for my June 1 arrivals. I was the only resident of the campground, safe, secure, and dry in Cedar Shelter, my home away from home since I turned 80 a few years ago.

Day 2 - I only show the same view, 24 hours later. I was alone up there except for a woman with her dog, and excellent stick chaser. We were becoming enveloped in a cloud, an omen of things to come.

I began to walk to my car and the heavens opened abruptly. I was able to drive down to my home, Cedar, but the woman and her dog were going to become saturated by the time they had walked to the bottom.

Even the third day the sun had not appeared but I was doing the things I love, available in Burlington on Discover Jazz week there.

Signing off 12:39 h EDT 9 June 2019