Stowe

By Everett Potter The resort town of Stowe, Vermont has long offered an idyllic Currier & Ives kind of experience, a small and charming village with its share of red cottages, white Greek Revival houses. Then add some cute shops, restaurants, bars and brewpubs, tossing in the Vermont Ski &

By Everett Potter Sam von Trapp was running a little late but given that he had a world famous lodge, a cross country ski resort and brewery to run, it was excusable. Besides, everything else was perfect. It was a bluebird day that was warming up, the snow was softening

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 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 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,

For my latest Liftopia blog, I was asked to divulge my favorite après-ski dining choices in New England. After a day of hitting the slopes, I’m not content with a beer and a hot tub. No, my body craves a good meal. I’ve made it a habit to find the finest places