Here in the northern reaches of Vermont my morning consists of Oriole songs, Dad-made coffee, and two impatient dogs happy to see me. I can walk out the door and into the dark green woods where the only sounds are rustling leaves and breaking twigs beneath my feet. There’s a kind of quiet peace and deep relaxation that I haven’t felt in a very long time. It’s an ideal combination of vacation, being at my parents’ house, and spending time in my home state. All is right with the world.
Vermont Vacation Life