Late winter and early spring adventures

First light poking through the snow covered pines in Woodstock, VT. The early spring snow made everything look like a post card.

I've been traveling a bit the last few months, here is a quick rundown. In late February I headed down south to visit the family in sunny Florida, and to celebrate my Grandfather's 91st trip around the sun.  

Four generations of McCorkle's

Four generations of McCorkle's

Exploring the mangroves with my niece.

Jim and Amelia in the mangroves.

Canoe paddles and budweiser recreational kayaks, the perfect combination for not going far.

Moody beach day

Excited about something.

Beach day.

In early April Sloane and I took a trip up to her family home in Vermont, to spend some time with the Whelan crew, where I met my newest niece, Darby Irene. I was pretty excited to see Vermont with out snow, since I have only been to their house around Christmas. Vermont had other ideas - and dumped 3-6 inches of snow on us during our trip. This made for an excellent sunrise hike up to the southern peak of Mount Tom.

The snow covered Faulkner trail.

The snow covered Faulkner trail.

Snow falling off the trees created this dreamy shot of the village of woodstock, from the south peak of Mt Tom.

Stormy skies from the south peak of Mt. Tom, looking towards Killington.

Sun, snow and ice on the Faulkner Trail.

This sucker has been standing here since 1836.

Taftsville covered bridge over the Ottaquechee river.

Cocktails at Simon Pearce in Quechee, VT.

Brad and Meg's specialty grilled pizza, in a snowstorm.

Maine Beer Companies Peeper - this stuff is delicious.

Vermont Family picture.

#Bradthedad, dadding so hard.

#Megthemom and the newest addition to the Whelan clan, Darby Irene.

I made the annual migration north to the Allegheny National Forest for the first day of trout season in Eastern PA, at the beginning of April. Mostly I just drank in the woods with old friends from high school, cut a couple of trees down, and burned them all. Some people did actually fish. We had a glorious, rain free weekend, with temperatures warm enough for shorts during the day, and nights cold enough to build a serious raging fire.

Spring Crick camp. Same spot in the woods for the last 17 years.

When I say I cut down a couple trees, I mean this guy did. Tyler with the professional helmet and all.


Dueling chainsaws. And Jeff.

Rolling the tree over to cut the other side

Wood splitting is a spectator sport.

Jimbo swinging that hammer.

All this will be burnt.

Biggest fish of the weekend.

Fish are slippery

Cleaning dinner.

The beginning of an all night fire.

Build a big fire and stand way back.

Stoking up the spring crick flame.