Vermont

27 September 2015

C.S. Lewis crafted a magical world hidden beyond the walls of a wardrobe. Narnia was a world of adventure and dreamlike wonder. Although fictional, it excited us nonetheless. We all had places like this—idyllic paradises that pleasured our thoughts without surfacing to reality. We’d picture the landscape, the inhabitants, the smell, the taste of the air, and the adventures we’d have within them. They became so rich in our minds that we couldn’t fathom them in this world. Eventually, they disappeared with our imagination. For many, these places remain locked in a wardrobe. But not for me. I visited my Narnia. It was Vermont.

 

Following the long day on Mount Washington, Amanda and I left the campground and traveled to Mount Mansfield. Despite our fatigue, we aimed to cap Vermont’s highest point. We drove to the little ski town of Stowe, absorbing the beauty en route. The road to the mountain curved through valleys of vibrant green, passing tin-roofed cabins of utmost craftsmanship. As we approached Mansfield, we parked at the base of a ski lift and rode a gondola up the slope. At the top, we scaled the side of a cliff and hiked a short distance to the summit. Standing atop the “chin” and feasting upon the incredible scenery, I found my Narnia.

 

Mount Mansfield. 4393 ft / 1339 m. 6 September 2015.

 

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