Birds chirp, chipmunks chip, and the rapids roar. Spring has come. My final visit to this beautiful location has me reminiscent of when I first came here in late September. While the leaves certainly aren’t out in the vibrancy that they had near the end of summer, I can see the buds blooming and the flowers finally poking out of the underbrush. The remnants of winter are long gone, and we now have the base for what looks to be a gorgeous summer in a stunning location.
The culture in Burlington, as well as the rest of Vermont rests in the outdoors. Burlington isn’t a huge city, yet there are so many hidden gems around the city dedicated to recreation in nature. That culture also intertwines with the industrial culture of old. The banks of the Winooski are lined with old factories, and a quick walk along the Salmon Hole trail provides you a brief history lesson of days long gone.
Despite my reoccurring visits every month, I don’t feel as if I am a part of this place. It was here long before I ever was, and will remain there long after I am gone. I am merely a passing transient in the ecology of this place, staying just long enough to breath it all in, and leaving soon enough to remain a guest for life.
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