Burning trees, dripping to the ground

6 hours drive, for what should have been 3, we arrived in Sugarbush Ski Resort, Vermont. The place we're staying in, owned by a very magnamonous colleague, is great. Dressed to the nines, as much as a condo in a resort could be. This place oozes quality.

After much Agave and cervezas, went to bed in a total chill on Friday night. I don't think I've ever felt this good off alcohol before. Woke up around 10:30 ish, to a cup of tea and bacon and eggs.

Shortly after, we hopped in the car in search of a special cheese factory, which we couldn't find. Still, the view from the window world whizzing by was mindblowing. I've never seen such lively colours before. Some trees were yellow as the ass of a bumblebee, while others loooked like they were on fire. Meadows of green, white picket fences and this sea of yellow and red.

We decided to take a walk to the summit of the range, up an autumn ski-route. Pretty tough on the calves, but the view from the top was worth it. It was great to feel warm underneath a jacket, in the middle of nowhere, and enjoying the cold breeze against the face.

We got back to some hot tea, and some games of cards by the fire. The rest of the evening went something like: "Eat, Drink and be merry." :) Thats when I started writing this entry.

I've only just half-finished it.