For contrast to the previous post, here is a warm day's adventure.
At 6.5 miles, heading north on the waterfront path.
My feet are toasty with wool socks and hiking shoes.
I cross the mouth of the Winooski River and take a break to view the ice.
Lake Champlain freezes completely across only once every ten years now, whereas when I was a child it was common to drive on the ice and fish or "do donuts" as my dad used to call it, fishtailing the vehicle in a circle. My husband has memories of being late for church because his dad was responsible for driving all five children there, but well, the chauffeur got sidetracked by the pull of the frozen lake The kids loved it, of course. These days, only iced-over rivers capture our imagination.
I went on a 16 mile loop north of Burlington because the day was so balmy. Pedal on.