Vermont

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 David McKay Wilson Skiing, like life, is all about managing your risks. In pre-COVID days, I’d check my skis’ safety bindings annually to prevent leg injury, and make sure the ski brakes work so as not to hurt another skier if they released.  I wear a helmet to

By Everett Potter In this very challenging summer for travel, road trips have emerged as arguably the safest way to go. So it’s little wonder that New England, with its charming 18th and 19th century villages, as well as its dramatic seascapes, forests and mountains, remains a favorite destination. But

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

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.