Matthew Dickerson
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Matthew Dickerson: Frozen waters and white forests
The parking lot was quiet and nearly empty. The woods were even quieter. More than mere quiet, the woods were still. The stillness was both palpable and restorative.…
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Matthew Dickerson: A tribute to Pete Diminico
It was the first morning of the new year. I was searching through my e-mail folder for something — I don’t even remember what — when I stumbled…
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Matthew Dickerson: Advent, waiting and origins of Middle Earth
Today — the day this column is published — is the final day of Advent 2020. If the world doesn’t end tonight, tomorrow morning it will be Christmas.…
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Matthew Dickerson: Sound of a squirrel scampering
This fall I fell into a trap. The trap was only metaphorical. It was a trap of noise and busyness. And I didn’t so much fall into it,…
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Matthew Dickerson: On being taunted (by wildlife)
My father, on “good” years when his work permitted it, would get away in the autumn on short deer-hunting trips to Western Maine, about a four-hour drive away…
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Matthew Dickerson: Muted colors (and expectations)
The rain came rolling in on Thursday with a forecast of three days of precipitation. After a summer both dryer and warmer than average, the state needed rain,…
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Matthew Dickerson: Autumn in Alaska and the colors of Dolly Varden char
When I visited Alaska in 2003 with my father for a six-day wilderness float trip, bookended on both sides by day-and-a-half-long visits to a wilderness fishing lodge, I…
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Matthew Dickerson: Catching trout in tough conditions
I was working on an article about a couple Vermont trout streams for a national fly fishing magazine. The story required some photos, which meant I needed another…
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Matthew Dickerson: Woods and fields offer different walking pleasures
My wife Deborah and I recently moved from an in-town dwelling in Middlebury back to an in-woods dwelling in Bristol. In the house we just left, it was…
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Matt Dickerson: Memories of wilderness and a father’s legacy
I was sitting in an alpine meadow beside a small river in southwestern Wyoming when the familiar yet mysterious sound triggered the childhood memory from Maine. It was…