Archive - Oct 2011 - Staff Blog
Disclaimer: This river is not in Addison County. Or Vermont, even. It’s dirty, full of industrial debris, and you have to walk across busy streets to get back to the top. Out of five stars I give it half a star, and if it didn’t have one truly fun rapid it would get even less.
Alex Toth falling down in town
Some things are only good once.
Disclaimer: This description is for a river that is NOT Otter Creek. It's not even in Addison County, or the Champlain Basin, for that matter. It's on the other side of the mountains. However, its source is only about 15 miles from Otter Creek, and no matter how close Woodstock is to Massachusetts, it's still Vermont.
Earlier this fall, my friends got together and placed friendly bets on when the first measurable snow would fall in East Middlebury. My bet was for October 28th, so I was excited earlier this week to read forecasts of accumulating snow on Thursday night. Then, yesterday morning, the snow was all but removed from the forecast!
So, what gives? Why do the forecasts seem to change so much? Are the meteorologists just guessing? Is there a forecaster bias towards dramatic (or comfortable) weather? Or, is there something else going on?
Two weekends ago, my friend Mike took me fly-fishing on Lewis Creek in Starksboro.
(Starksboro, looking North)
“I’ve got an amazing 3 weight Orvis rod that I want to try out,” he said, “and I’ve been tying some new flies.” Then he rattled off a list that sounded more like indie band names than flies: Wooly Bugger, Wingless Prince, Pheasant Tail Flash Back.
Senior reporter John Flowers makes a weekly Tuesday radio appearance on Morning News Service, a program on Waterbury-based WDEV, 96.1 FM. He wraps up recent Addison County news for listeners across Vermont.
Seeds released this morning by the Vermont Principals’ Association for local high school soccer and field hockey teams arrived as expected — The VPA’s in-season rankings proved to be accurate.
Breaking from tradition, I recently paddled somewhere other than Otter Creek. My sister, the illustrious raft guide, was visiting and we settled on the not-so-tame New Haven River.
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