I sat on a rock right at the edge of the cliff overlooking Lake Champlain and the distant mountains for almost an hour, or until whenever my fingertips started going numb. Looking down, I could see the the rocky shore with all of its differently colored pebbles and stripes of calcium. Two chipmunks were making a ruckus chasing each other behind me for a while. When I last visited Rock Point, it was right before the end of the summer season. The vegetation then was way more vibrant and abundant and the soil was more moist. Now a lot of it is dead and brown and everything is dry and cold. All of the critters are gearing up for the real cold that is to come.

Before I got there however, I stopped at the large meadow on the way that the trail goes around. I heard a rustling noise and looked up to see a young white-tailed deer staring at me. I stopped and then slowly walked a little bit closer, but not a lot because I didn’t want to freak him out. We just kinda stared at each other for a while, and I noticed he had tiny antlers growing, but one of them was way shorter than the other and looked like it was broken off. When I turned around to leave I saw another, older looking deer far off to the right of me. I almost didn’t even see it because it blended in so well with the light brown grass around it.

It was pretty windy and the air was clean and cool. The ground was pretty dry and there was some snow from the day before. Nearly all the deciduous trees had dropped their leaves or had dead ones besides a couple beeches, and the evergreens were beautiful against the muteness of everything else. With the white of the snow on the ground too, it proved to be the perfect November day to visit Rock Point.