Stick season in Vermont. The leaves and tourists are mostly gone. The skiers are a few weeks away and we have the state to ourselves. I love this time of year!
It was raining lightly this afternoon as I fired up the big GS and started riding home. I took the dirt road, climbing up to the shoulder of Hunger Mountain where the rain changed to snow. Streaking down the well-packed dirt through trees still bearing a few leaves like faded gems, heavy flakes reflecting my lights, the TKC80s gripping the wet earth. Across a covered bridge and up a hill to catch a glimpse of the valley below.
Soon this land will be covered by a few feet of snow. But for now it's Paradise!