Vermont

By Bart Beeson Just a few dozen feet from me is a picturesque pond teeming with beautiful rainbow, brown and brook trout – with some real trophy fish among them – and they look hungry.  But I’m facing the opposite direction, repeatedly casting a piece of red fluff on the

Story & photos by Melissa Coleman My family and I landed on an easy weekend travel formula: Book in at a resort hotel during a New England summer festival and enjoy a fun escape for all ages. Last summer we tried two such hotel/festival combos, one by the sea in

By Everett Potter If you don’t think that Orvis – long known for fly rods, Nantucket Red pants and patterned dog beds for your trusty black Labrador — has changed, just ask a seasoned Montana fly fishing guide. “Twenty years ago, a guy might show up all excited and say,’

  By Stevenson Swanson As I left the aerial tram at the summit of Jay Peak for the first time, I found myself engulfed in what I had assumed was a bit of fanciful local lore—the “Jay Cloud.” This is the meteorological phenomenon that is said to linger over the

By David McKay Wilson My sons and I awoke on December 15 at the Killington Grand Resort Hotel complex to find a couple of inches of fresh powder on the slopes. Then my elder son, back from college on a semester break, opened his ski bag to discover what Santa

By David McKay Wilson As we dined at the Stowe Mountain Lodge’s Solstice Restaurant in mid-December, and groused about the maddeningly warm late autumn, our waitress produced a list of techniques to invoke the snow gods. I’d forgotten my pajamas, so I couldn’t put them on inside out and backwards.

By Steve Jermanok Whenever I stay at Stowe Mountain Lodge at the base of Vermont’s tallest peak, Mount Mansfield, I relish the opportunity to hike into Smugglers’ Notch. Simply take the Over Easy Gondola to the base of the Stowe Ski Area and walk to the end of the plowed

By Stevenson Swanson Stratton’s reputation for wide, open trails did not really hit me until my son and I stood at the top of the Sunriser Supertrail during a late-winter weekend visit to this classic southern Vermont ski resort. To my eye, the grand boulevard of Sunriser appeared to be

By Steve Jermanok There’s very little “new” in New England and that’s just the way we like it. We’re proud of our history in this little corner of the country, including home to some of the oldest ski resorts in the nation. After all, we’re the hearty bunch who still

by Kim D. McHugh “Que la vie est belle,” proclaims your host. “Bon appetit!” With that, you toast the good life before devouring a French supper worthy of a five-fork rating. So you’ve taken a ski vacation to France? No, Taos, New Mexico. You are the guest of Jean Mayer,