Today Carey and I took a winding climb in the car to the top of Mount Equinox in southern Vermont. I often take friends on this effortless little trek when they come visit our family in Vermont, but surprisingly Carey had yet to enjoy it herself. I just sit back, put the car in low gear and feel like a champion as my guests gawk at the surroundings and work up an appetite—which leads to some other guided effortless activity like consuming a Vermont cheddar grilled cheese or inquiring about maple syrup.
Stories of reclusive monks (wait, that’s a redundancy) who live off the land, whittle wood, wear Galilee gliders with wool socks, and are occasionally seen being driven into town in an old woody station wagon for a DVD or something, make the 3/4 point of the climb very exciting when the monastery comes into view.
Unfortunately the restaurant at the top that used to operate seasonally has long since shut its doors. It now serves as a lookout and the starting point for a number of hikes that I’m assuming go down. Carey and I were unable to hike due to the difficulty she would have covering the terrain in Miu Miu clogs.
Effordless activity #3: drinking a vodka tonic while I post this.