Even with decades of familiarity with the Mad River Valley of Vermont, I鈥檓 constantly surprised by the beauty and unique experiences the area has to offer. Sure, there are days when I become entangled in the fast pace of my daily routine. But all I ever have to do during those moments is recall my father鈥檚 advice to look around and remember why I live here.
The Tranquility
On the banks of the Mad River, just after sunrise, I start the workday with my favorite meditation: fly-fishing. Well, fly-fishing and drinking strong coffee. I lift my and drink the last of the steaming goodness before casting.
The first few casts are tests of muscle memory. Resting on the surface, my fly drifts placidly through ripples and foam. All is quiet, until chaos suddenly erupts and the fly dips into the blue-green water. My arm raises and the line tightens and twitches. Sometimes I catch a fish, sometimes I don鈥檛, but it doesn鈥檛 matter. It鈥檚 enough to be by the water.
The hike back to my truck echoes the serenity of the morning. And as the New England fog rises, the lush mountains come into view. Before I hop into the cab, I pull my water bottle from my backpack for a few big sips of cool water before I begin my commute to work.
The Legacy
My workday underway, I connect the ensuing coffee and water breaks with that fatherly advice to look around. I steal moments to watch the clouds drifting through the peaks and the wildflowers dancing in concert with the rain-dampened pines.听
The leftover pasta in my is reminiscent of family recipes shared, like my passion for this place, by generations of skiers and outdoors people. These mountains have literally been the backdrop of my life. This is where I had my first ski lesson from my grandfather and enjoyed countless powder days with my mother.
The Ride
It鈥檚 quitting time at the office, but there are still hours of sunlight left. Although I鈥檓 relatively new to mountain biking, the sport has given me a fresh perspective of the area鈥攁nd yet another way to chase mountain-town adrenaline and camaraderie.
The smell of dirt and pine as the trail below and the trees above blur past鈥攊t鈥檚 all exhilarating. We burst through the tree line and glide to rest next to my truck, where my waits with grillables from the East Warren Community Market and ice-cold drinks.
The Community
Of all the things that make this place home, the people top the list. All adventures are best shared, and throughout the years I鈥檝e shared mine with a group whose backgrounds span from investment banking to van life (and everything in between).听
As the day comes to a close, we sit on tailgates and folding chairs at the base of Sugarbush. Tea is brewing on my camp stove, and I pour it into my . As usual, we use downtime after one adventure to plan the next: ski traverses, camping trips, river runs, hikes, and more.听
The sun fades, tailgates close, and the charcoal cools. I head home after another perfect day in the Green Mountains.
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