the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Cornish–Windsor Covered Bridge

“Walk your horses or pay two dollars fine”


I spent a night over the weekend in Windsor, Vermont at an intimate and cozy bed and breakfast called the Snapdragon Inn (hey Chris and McKay and Michelle!) and then spent an afternoon driving around seeing what the countryside had to offer under three feet of snow. Very nearby is the Cornish–Windsor Covered Bridge, a little piece of American history. I braved the cold for a few minutes outside of the car to grab a few photos and then got right back inside and cursed under my breath for several minutes. Good god, the cold is a different cold in New England. No matter how prepared I think I am I am desperately unprepared. Why didn’t our forefathers just keep going until they hit Southern California and go, “Okay, finally. HERE. We’ll colonize here.”

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