Come Easter Sunday all of our friends near and far come together to ride Pine Hill Park. We roll ourselves out of bed early, only to be herded like cats in the back parking lot of Onion River Sports; to finally collect ourselves and make our Easter pilgrimage. This year was no exception and we had some new and old faces along for the ride, with some Spring-like flurries and colds temps that followed us all the way to Rutland.
One thing that was apparent was the widespread destruction on the way down Rte 4 to Rte 100 and beyond. Still a year later after Hurricane Irene hit Vermont much remains to be done. The Governor's exclamation that "The landscape of Vermont will be forever changed," was all too painfully true. Last year - and still today - Vermonters have been helping each other out.
When I was a child I spent the better part of twenty years up early on Easter, inside doing other things. For the latter part of my life, though, I've found myself on Easter doing this....
|One of my favorite airs: Aaron's Air.|
|Darn Tough socks on a Darn Chilly ride...|
|Sarah feeling the buffed-out turns at PHP.|
|Quinn on the grill.|
|I can't quite tell if Kip is impressed with himself or disgusted...|
|Biting off a bit more than Snack can chew?|
|That's one tired dog.|
Well enough about Easter; here's to the great state of Vermont and Pine Hill Park. Now get out and ride your bike - it's dry out there! (Just check and make sure the trails are open, first.)