Finding Yoga on the Mountain

Today, I had one of those days. If you live in Vermont, you know what I’m talking about. It was one of those perfect Vermont days. I woke up to predictions of sub zero temperatures. Outside there was beautiful sunshine, blue sky and yes buckets of snow still on the ground. The text message came in; Are you up? Let’s go sledding! You see, these sunny days are precious in Vermont. A quick stop at On The Rise in Richmond for a vegan sour dough roll-up and a soy maple latte and we were off on our road trip.

In my books one of the best sledding hills is Lincoln Gap road. Closed to cars in the winter, because well, it’s just too damned steep. Locals groom the road so that you can hurl yourself down it at breakneck speed. What you choose to use is up to you. Gypsy, Beck and I opt for the cheap plastic hardware store sleds. Jake rode his mad river rocket. We passed inflatables, those home-made chair things on one ski, and sleds with steering devices. Local kids get towed up by their parents on snowmobiles, but in my books that’s just cheating. How can you see and hear the beauty around you with all that noise and burning gas?

For the most part we had the road and the vistas to ourselves. The trees were coated in white crystals of snow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sky so blue. I we hiked up from Lincoln, sledded head first down the Warren side. I highly recommend goggles and a helmet. Then hiked back to the top and went down the Lincoln side sunny side up. The afternoon sun was gleaming off the mountain as we drove away and feasted at the Bobcat Cafe in Bristol (there’s a vegetarian chef there who makes some killer vegan fare).

So where was the yoga, you say? It was everywhere. This is why I live in Vermont.