The cold, grey December days in Vermont make us yearn for bonfires and laughter. The other night we were invited to stop by a friend's house and so walked through the woods on snowshoes. Hot, laced cider; amazing food; good company and a warm house were the tonic needed. We stayed for five hours. Count 'em. Then we departed, headlamps in place, our hearts adequately warmed to handle the snowshoe back. Didn't even feel the wind.

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