Hike: Taconic Crest Trail

The Taconic Crest Trail is the third Northeast Ultra 8 hike that I completed. It traverses a mountain range that makes up the northern half of the border between Massachusetts and New York and hits Vermont for a hot minute. Jeff, John, Michael and I got a Tentrr in Vermont for the night before and after, and hiked the trail on a perfect Saturday in May. The trail mostly cuts through mellow terrain in hardwood forest with the occasional vista and pond, but there are definitely a few climbs not to scoff at. We were alone for the most part but we started to see people around Berlin Mountain, and White Rocks with its Snow Hole seemed popular.


  • Water stash at Petersburg Pass parking off Route 2 in Petersburg, NY
  • Car drop at Taconic Crest Trail parking off Route 346 in Petersburg, NY
  • Car drop with resupply at parking on Madden Road in Hancock, MA


  • Parked at Taconic Crest Trail parking off Route 20 in Hancock, MA
  • Hiked Taconic Crest Trail over Tower Mountain to Berry Pond Circuit Road
  • Left on Berry Pond Circuit Road to Taconic Crest Trail
  • Left on Taconic Crest Trail over Berry Hill to Potter Mountain Road
  • Left on Potter Mountain Road to Main Street
  • Right on Main Street to Madden Road
  • Left on Madden Road to resupply car and Taconic Crest Trail
  • Straight on Taconic Crest Trail over Misery Mountain and Berlin Mountain to water stash at Petersburg Pass
  • Straight on Taconic Crest Trail over White Rocks and Bald Mountain to Route 346 parking




Date: 15 May 2021
Distance: 36.5 miles
Moving Time: 12:01:54
Pace: 19:45/mile
Elevation Gain: 8921′

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Hike: Pico/Killington


For this hike I parked at the lot across the street from the Inn at Long Trail on Route 4 in Killington, Vermont. I hiked up the Sherburne Pass Trail to Pico Camp where I took the spur trail to the summit of Pico Peak. I returned to Sherburne Pass Trail and continued south on it until the junction with the Long Trail and Appalachian Trail. I followed this trail south until Cooper Lodge shelter where I took the spur trail to the summit of Killington Peak. I returned using the same trails but bypassed the Pico Peak spur trail.

This hike was twelve and a half miles long, included 3500 feet of elevation gain and took me six and a quarter hours to complete.

Trail map

Map of hike (interactive map)

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Hike: Mount Hunger

Date Hiked: 28 March 2015

I recently headed to Vermont for a long weekend to visit my brother and we went for a hike on Saturday morning. Last year we hiked Mount Abraham, Mount Ellen and Camels Hump when we hiked the Monroe Skyline and hiked Mount Mansfield the day of my brother’s wedding. That left Mount Killington as my final New England 4000 Footer in Vermont. It was my goal to hike Killington, but soon realized that the 1:40 drive each direction from my brother’s house would take us both away from our families for a good portion of the weekend. Instead, my brother suggested Mount Hunger, a nearby 3500 footer with a great view of Mansfield and with as big of a climb as Killington.

We got up before sunrise, had some coffee and then headed down to Waterbury, a short drive down I-89 from Burlington. After turning onto the historic Route 100 and driving past The Alchemist’s cannery and Ben & Jerry’s, we took a right and headed toward the Worcester mountain range. We found the turnoff that AllTrails claimed to be the trailhead but only found a private road with a handmade sign stating that “This is NOT the Mount Hunger trailhead.” We drove a little further down the road and found the real trailhead.

It was 7:30 and we were the first at the parking lot. We took a look at the trail while Clover, my brother’s dog, ran around excitedly. We determined that the trail was well packed and frozen and that the previous night had only laid a dusting of snow on the trail. We decided to leave out snowshoes in the car and just go with microspikes.

Dog running down snowy trail

Clover excited to lead the way

Once we got above 2000 feet the snow accumulation began to grow. It wasn’t long before the trees surrounding us were covered with snow and happy to drop their burden down the neck of our jackets as we passed. The climb was pretty relentless, ascending at a good rate with very few flat or downhill areas.

By the time we passed the junction for White Rock Mountain the snow was three inches deep and the trail was very steep. As we started to slide back down the trail (the snow depth being too much for our microspikes to grip), we wished we had brought our snowshoes. We pushed on with Clover running up and down the trail wondering what was taking us so long.

Man standing in snowy trail

Mount Hunger Warrior

We finally pushed out of the treeline and got a glimpse of the the valley below us. The clouds were still fairly low, covering the peaks of Mansfield and Camels Hump, but it looked like Mount Hunger’s summit was in the clear. My brother had been concerned about Clover’s ability to climb the last bit of trail as it is was supposed to be fairly technical, but the terrain had been smoothed flat by wind-packed snow. We easily hiked on top of the encrusted snow with the exception of a few deceptive snow banks that swallowed us up to our waist.

Snowy summit with mountains and clouds on the horizon

View from Mount Hunger summit

We spent a bit of time on the summit, enjoying the views and having a snack. The clouds continued to clear and we eventually saw the summits of Mansfield and Camels Hump.

Close up of rime frost with mountains out of focus in background

Rime frost

After enjoying the summit to ourselves we started down the mountain the same way we came. We quickly determined that it was going to be difficult to hike down the frozen snowpack covered with powder. That’s when my brother decided to slide down a section of trail on his butt. It was so much fun that we continued to glissade down the mountain whenever it was steep enough to do so. I had a new (to me) GoPro that my father sent so I could make videos for my blog and captured some of the glissading.


GoPro Video of climbing up and glissading down Mount Hunger
Music from Free Music Archive: “lo-fi is sci-fi” by Phase IV, “Poetic Pitbull Revolutions” by Diablo Swing Orchestra

I counted 17 people as we hiked and glissaded down the mountain. Some cheered and laughed as we rocketed towards them down the trail or sat down a took off right after we safely passed them. We were lucky to have started early enough to miss these crowds and enjoy the pristine snowfall on our hike up.

We didn’t hike Killington like I had hoped, but we had a blast and now I have a reason to visit Vermont after Memorial Day (the Green Mountain Club closes trails during mud season, April 15 to May 25 this year). Best of all, we were back to our families before lunch and had time to head into Burlington and go to the farmer’s market.

We go sledding. We enjoy being young. We take what’s coming to us. That’s our way.
—M.T. Anderson

Trail map with route highlighted

Map of hike (interactive map)

Highest Elevation: 3539′
Elevation Gain: 2200′
Distance: 3.8 miles
Book Time: 3:00
Actual Time: 3:30
Temperature: 20°s
Weather: mostly cloudy
Wind: NE 5mph

Free Music Archive.” freemusicarchive.org. FreeMusicArchive.org. Web. 4 April 2015.
Mount Hunger.” summitpost.org. SummitPost.org. Web. 1 April 2015.
Mud Season Hikes.” greenmountainclub.org. Green Mountain Club. Web. 4 April 2015.

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Hike: Mount Mansfield

Hike Date: 20 September 2014

Mount Mansfield got its name from its ridge line looking like the profile of a person. The peaks of the mountain were given names based on their resemblance: The Forehead, The Nose, The Adam’s Apple, and the highest point, The Chin. On the morning of my brother’s wedding he decided to climb Mount Mansfield to The Forehead and write his vows. Our friend and I joined him for the excursion with the plan to continue on to The Chin so that I could bag it for my 4000 Footers and State High Points lists while giving my brother some time to think and write, as well as taking his dog so he wouldn’t get fidgety.

I had climbed Mount Mansfield once before, but had driven up the Toll Road and hiked just along the ridge. This time we parked on the west side of the mountain on Stevensville Road and hiked up Frost Trail and Maple Ridge Trail to The Forehead and along the Long Trail to The Chin.

It was a windy day with thick clouds at around 3000′, but this did not discourage us. We weren’t hiking for the views, they were just niceties. We chugged up Frost Trail and Maple Ridge Trail and eventually broke out of trees and had a view back toward Burlington and Lake Champlain, though the scenery blurred into the haze at that distance.

Maple Ridge

Maple Ridge

There were a whole bunch of open ledge spots on the hike with limited views of the surrounding mountains and valleys. I’m sure the hike would be amazing on a clear day. Eventually we hit the cloud line and no longer had any views.

Just Below the Clouds

Just Below the Clouds

There were two difficult portions of the hike, The Cut and The Gap. We got to The Cut while my brother was still with us. It consisted of about a 20′ cliff with a narrow shelf, or cut, running up the face of it. The dogs hesitated trying to climb up the rock wall. I noticed a side trail that appeared to loop around The Cut and rejoin the trail above. I took the trail and the dogs followed me to the top. As I stood at the top and looked down, my brother looked up and said: “Don’t take any risks on your wedding day, right?”

The Cut

The Cut

We continued up the rocky ridge in the clouds. The dogs ran ahead and then looked back at us, and then ran back to us. They must have hiked twice as far as we did.

The Climbing Dogs

The Climbing Dogs

My brother stopped just before The Gap to write his vows. I took his dog from him, and our friend and I continued on. The Gap was about a 6′ jump slightly down from one ledge to another. It really wasn’t challenging for an adult, but it probably would be for a child and the dogs definitely did not like the idea of jumping across. My friend took it upon himself to pick up each dog and make the jump for them. I had busted a rib the day before and didn’t think I could pick a dog up, let along jump across The Gap with one.

As we climbed to The Forehead and then made our way along the Long Trail past The Nose and to The Chin we talked about how we could move out of our current careers and get paid to hike and travel the world. It is a common conversation theme when I hike with my hiking friends. We all have the passion, means and motivation to pull it off, so maybe this blog will become more exotic in the future.

As we moved quickly along Mansfield’s profile we started passing and getting passed by other groups of hikers. Despite it being cloudy and cold, and the wind gusting up to 50mph, the mountain was crawling with dedicated hikers. My brother’s dog growled at a couple of them, which made me uneasy as he is normally easy tempered. I had never hiked with a dog under my responsibility before, so they weren’t the most comfortable situations. I felt like the other hikers must have startled him, popping out of the clouds as they had with their scent blowing away with the wind at our backs.

As we approached The Chin we passed an antenna installment that was humming like a jet plane in the wind. Shortly thereafter we made the summit, had a snack and headed back down. There was no time for celebrations and the weather didn’t agree with standing still for too long.

On The Chin

On The Chin

As we were approaching The Forehead again I got a text from my brother that said he was getting cold waiting for us and was heading back down. We were behind schedule so we picked up the pace as much as we could on the slick descent. When we got back to The Gap my friend jumped across and then whipped out a bag of dog treats. Both dogs made the jump without hesitating and sat patiently for their treat. We likewise had no trouble climbing down The Cut with the dogs. This time I down-climbed it and my friend led the dogs around.

As we hustled down Maple Ridge Trail and then Frost Trail we got word from other hikers that a guy with a bright yellow t-shirt was just a few minutes ahead of us. We watched my brother’s dog, wondering when he would catch scent of my brother. As we hit the bridge at the bottom of the trail with the parking lot nearly in view the dog took off for my brother.

My brother’s vows were inspired and heart-felt. Even though it was cloudy and cold I will always remember this hike because of its meaning to my brother and the fact that he wanted to include me on that most important day of his. My brother was the catalyst for me getting out on the trail and many of my fondest memories are hiking deep in the mountains with him. I’m glad that hiking means so much to him as well, and that he would include it in his wedding day ritual.

No matter how sophisticated you may be, a large granite mountain cannot be denied—it speaks in silence to the very core of your being.
—Ansel Adams

Map of Hike

Map of Hike

Elevation: 4393′
Elevation Gain: 2944′
Distance: 11 miles
Book Time: 7:00
Actual Time: 4:15
Temperature: 50°s
Wind: S 35-50 mph
Weather: cloudy

Mount Mansfield.” summitpost.org. SummitPost.org. Web. 6 October 2014.

Hike: Monroe Skyline

Date hiked: 08-10 August 2014


My brother, two friends from work and I spent 3 days hiking the Monroe Skyline, a stretch of the Long Trail in Vermont from Lincoln Gap to the Winooski River. This was our second-annual backcountry, multi-day summer hike, the previous year we did the Pemi Loop in New Hampshire. We left Maine on Thursday afternoon and drove to the northern terminus of our planned hike in order to leave a vehicle there.

We found the first parking lot on Duxbury Road in Waterbury alongside some farms, between the Winooski River and the shoulder of Camels Hump. Unfortunately, we did not pay attention to signage, a mistake we would pay for at the end of the hike.

Parking on Duxbury Road in Waterbury, VT

Parking on Duxbury Road in Waterbury, VT

My brother showed up shortly thereafter, and we left my friend’s truck at the parking lot (it having four seats and truck bed to hold all of our gear when returning to the other vehicles).

We stopped in Waterbury to taste some of the local beer, easily some of the best in the country. We found what we were looking for at The Reservoir: The Alchemist, Hill Farmstead and Lawson’s Finest Liquids all on tap at the same place. After a game of pool we stopped at American Flatbread at Lareau Farms in Waitsville, the original Flatbread restaurant. We enjoyed some more Lawson’s Finest Liquids and a game of Cornhole while we waited for our table. We were at Flatbread later than we anticipated but after leaving we drove through Appalachian Gap in order to plant 3 gallons of water in woods for a refill on Saturday morning. Finally, our non-hiking adventures concluded by camping at the privately owned Maple Hill Campsites, the closest campground we could find to the southern terminus of our hike. We stayed up until after 2am drinking beer by the campfire and arguing about the supermoon.


Friday morning I woke with sunrise, had breakfast, meditated and watched the shade creep across the nearby field while the sun rose. Three hours later everyone else woke up. We had plenty of daylight, and were in no hurry. The morning had rolled in with low lying mists so our gear was soaked. We attempted to dry out in the sun and then packed up and took the short drive to our starting point, Lincoln Gap.

We started off the day at 10:45am with one of our steepest hikes of the trip. The weather was warm and everything was damp from the thunderstorms the previous afternoon, so the sweat came easily and I had to proceed with caution as from my experience on the Carter Loop I knew my shoes had no traction on wet rocks. Regardless, I slipped and fell two times during the day.

I finally invested in some trekking poles for this trip and was working on getting used to them. After much online research I landed on Leki Corklite. I chose them for their light weight, their locking system and their cork grip, which is supposed to improve with use rather than rubber handles which degrade. I found that one of the locks was not tight enough and would slide shorter when I put weight on the pole. Luckily, adjusting it was as simple as adjusting a quick release bike tire’s lock, since it was the same device. Overall I was very impressed with the poles, the only downside was that my hands became sweaty very easily, even though the handles were vented.

The climb up Mount Abraham was not too bad, as it approached the summit the trail became rocky and eventually went above the tree line. We made the climb in less than two hours and stopped briefly on the summit where we got our first good look of the Green Mountains, including the mountains we would be climbing that afternoon.

View from Mount Abraham

View from Mount Abraham

Shortly after the summit, we saw a narrow spur trail marked with a small cairn. We decided to follow it, expecting to find an overlook to the west, but instead found the wreckage of a small plane. Apparently the Cessna was left there from a non-fatal crash in 1973. I found it peculiar that both Maine and Vermont have a 4000′ mountain named Abraham with a plane wreckage on it.

Plane crash on Mount Abraham

Plane crash on Mount Abraham

After Abraham we followed the ridge line to Little Abe and Lincoln Peak. There was a viewing platform on the summit of Lincoln that afforded views of the surrounding mountains, including Sunday’s destination, Camels Hump. It looked very far away. The ski resort Sugarbush is located on Lincoln Peak and just below the summit we stopped at the top of the slopes to peer down into the valley below.

Big sky at Mount Lincoln

Big sky at Lincoln Peak

We continued along the ridge past Nancy Hanks Peak and got to Ellen Peak by 3pm. Ellen was a wooded peak without a view, but just below it was another Sugarbush ski lift which afforded views. We stopped for a late lunch. At one point a cloud in the shape of a sea monster floated over Lake Champlain and I took a photo of it, convinced that it was Champ.

Champ cloud over Lake Champlain

Champ cloud over Lake Champlain

Once we were ready to move on we followed a ski trail for a short while and then continued along the wooded ridge line. By late afternoon we hit General Stark’s Peak and continued on to Stark’s Nest, a small peak with a ski lift (the nation’s last single-chair) and shelter on Mad River Glen (ski it if you can). The goal for the day had been to get to Theron Dean shelter, but it was another 1.3 miles, and a fairly steep descent. It was almost 6pm and we were all pretty beat, so we decided to camp out near Stark’s Nest.

We talked with a guy with a hurt ankle who had been staying inside the Stark’s Nest shelter for the last couple of days and it sounded like there would be no problem if we camped nearby. We found a really sweet spot with a partial view west for sunset and an uninterrupted view east for sunrise. We set up our tents and a group of scouts hiked by and also set up camp near Stark’s Nest. We had dinner and watched the sun set with the scouts’ leaders. As the air cooled we retired to the area near our tents. I drank the one beer I lugged with me and we watched satellites burn through the stars and tracked airplanes flying overhead with an iOS app, trying to guess their departures and destinations.


In the morning I woke with the rising sun. I watched it rise over the purple shadows of Moosilauke, Franconia Ridge and the Presidentials on the horizon and meditated at the top of the Catamount Bowl slope.

Sunrise from Stark's Nest

Sunrise from Stark’s Nest

As I was drying my tent fly and preparing breakfast the others got up, starting brewing coffee and preparing breakfast as well. Right in the middle of eating, someone from Mad River Glen drove by on an ATV but all he said was “good morning.” By 8:45am we were ready to go and started the descent down to Appalachian Gap. On the way down we crawled through the cave near Theron Dean shelter and talked with a mother/daughter pair who were thru-hiking the Long Trail.

After Theron Dean the terrain became interesting, with a couple of steep climbs with ladders. We stopped for a moment at the last ski lift we would see during the trip and I took a photo of fitting graffiti in the nearby shelter.

We're all mad here

We’re all mad here

By 10:45am we had descended the rest of the way down to Appalachian Gap and to our water stash. The parking area was crowded with vehicles, motorcycles and bicycles. We refilled our water and my brother convinced a road biker to take our empty bottles so we wouldn’t have to return for them. After a short break we slogged up the Stark peaks on the north side of the gap. Baby Stark was the first stop and was a pretty demanding climb. From the nearby overlook we could see Stark’s Nest and the ski slopes which marked our day’s starting point.

View from Baby Stark

View from Baby Stark

We hit Molly Stark peak and Molly Stark’s Balcony in quick succession and stumbled upon a woman peeing right next to the trail and facing the trail! I think we were more embarrassed than she was. Molly Stark’s Balcony afforded a view north all the way to Camels Hump and the notch between it and Mount Ethan Allen where we would be ending our day. It looked forever away.

Camels Hump from Molly Stark's Balcony

Camels Hump from Molly Stark’s Balcony

We slipped over the edge of Molly Stark’s Balcony just after noon and started some of the lowest altitude hiking we would do the whole trip. It also marked the point where my brother saw new trail for the first time. An hour or so later we stopped at the peaceful Birch Glen shelter and had a snack and soon after that hit Huntington Gap, the mid-point of our trip by mileage. We made it to Cowles Cove shelter sometime around 3pm where we had a late lunch and were able to top off our water for the rest of the day.

As we approached Burnt Rock Mountain me made up the elevation that we lost at Huntington Gap. We passed the first and only person we saw that afternoon since the squatting lady. Burnt Rock was definitely the highlight of the day. The trail zig-zagged around exposed ledge and we had many excellent views to the east and south, where we could see the amazing distance we had hiked that day.

Panorama from Burnt Rock

Panorama from Burnt Rock

I think it was after our short break on Burnt Rock peak that we all realized how exhausted we were. The pace lagged and we all grew quiet as we focused on churning up miles of trail and ignoring our sore joints and muscles. On the climb past Mount Ira Allen and to Mount Ethan Allen I took up the lead for the first and only time during the trip. I often hesitate being the lead hiker as I tend to push a challenging pace, which is habit from worrying about making the boat back to my island when doing day hikes. But, I was pretty sure that we would not make Montclair Glen by sundown if the pace was not increased. There was also the risk that it would be full and we would have hike another mile or more to the Hump Brook tent sites.

We had picked our way through the moose droppings to the peak of Mount Ethan Allen by 6:30pm. I had never seen so much moose scat scattered about in my life. By the time we made Montclair Glen it was clearly full and the caretaker confirmed that we would have to hike to Hump Brook to find camping spots for the night. We staggered into Hump Brook at 8:30pm like zombies and found only one test platform available, which would only hold two of our four tents.

The caretaker, Greenlight, led us past tent platform 8 to the overflow area. We settled in quietly and quickly and started making dinner. As we were sitting around eating, Greenlight swung by to collect our dues. He entertained us with his story of thruhiking the entire Appalachian Trail in his Teva sandals and his dream to open an erotic ice cream shop in New York City called Hitchhiker.

Once we finished dinner and hung our food we crashed. We had hiked around 15 miles that day, nearly half our entire trip, and were exhausted.


I woke a little later on Sunday morning as we were in a low point between Camels Hump and Mount Ethan Allen and it stayed dark enough to sleep well after sunrise. We were all up and packed by 8:30am and hit the trail. We decided to not retrace our steps up Dean Trail to the Long Trail, but to hike a short distance down to Dean Trail and then up Monroe Trail and Alpine Trail back to the Long Trail. We would miss Wind Gap, but would still approach Camels Hump from the south.

On Alpine Trail we kept our eyes out for a side trail to the wreckage of a B-24 bomber on the side of the mountain. My brother and I thought we had found it, but it turned out to be a game trail. Upon turning back, a branch caught in my pack as I ducked under it, causing the branch to scrape the side of my head deeply. I bled for a while but kept pressure on it while hiking until it stopped.

Soon after we found the wreckage. Only a wing was left of the plane. The fuselage was top secret at the time, so the military cut it up and dragged it off the mountain.

B-24 Bomber wing on Camels Hump

B-24 Bomber wing on Camels Hump

Soon after the bomber we came out of the woods and rejoined the Long Trail. The view south, the direction from which we had come, was expansive and amazing. We could just see Mount Ellen and Mount Abraham on the horizon.

Looking back on Monroe Skyline

Looking back on Monroe Skyline

The rocky summit of Camels Hump towered over us and the trail skirting up its side was the most interesting of the trip. We took our time, stopping and enjoying the view often.

Ascending Camels Hump

Ascending Camels Hump

video-icon Video of Camels Hump ascent

We climbed up to the rocky summit and took in the 360 degree view. The White Mountains to the east, the Monroe Skyline to the South, Lake Champlain and the Adirondacks to the west and the impressive peak of Mount Mansfield to the north.

Camels Hump panorama

Camels Hump panorama

We posed for a celebratory photo, had a snack and spent some time wandering the peak and talking with the small crowd on the summit.

Celebratory photo on Camels Hump

Celebratory photo on Camels Hump

It was all downhill from that point, but it was a long, 4000 feet worth of downhill. The hike down Bamforth Ridge was nice. It would be a long climb up but definitely worth the views of Camels Hump as one approached it. Going down it I was more concerned with climbing down the rocks with the least amount of impact to my knees and ankles as possible.

After Duxbury Window, a vista looking down on I-89, the trail widened and dove through the pine forest at a perilous pitch. It was quite exciting to hike down until I twisted my ankle about a mile from the parking lot. The twist was not serious and I had walked it off by the time we made it to the parking lot and our finish line.

Except, it was not. The parking lot we exited onto was clearly not the same one where we left our vehicle. We had ignored the signage which clearly state that we were not at the Long Trail.

This is NOT the Long Trail

This is NOT the Long Trail

Technically, we were parked on the Long Trail, just not the closest parking lot to where it hit the Winooski River valley. We yellow-blazed the mile to our vehicle, which was almost worth it when a couple of cars went by and the passangers honked and raised their fists out their windows, clearly mistaking us for Long Trail thruhikers.

Though I got a little banged up and we had some parking issues, the trip was unforgettable. The weather was absolutely perfect, the trail was beautiful and challenging, and the company was irreplaceable. It was like what John Muir said, the time we spent hiking in the woods did not subtract from our lives but added to it.

Wander here a whole summer, if you can… The time will not be taken from the sum of your life. Instead of shortening, it will indefinitely lengthen it and make you truly immortal.
—John Muir

Map of Hike - Day 3

Map of Hike – Sunday

Map of Hike - Day 2

Map of Hike – Saturday

Map of Hike - Day 1

Map of Hike – Friday

Highest Elevation: 4083′
Elevation Gain: 5500′
Distance: 33.6 miles
Book Time: 19:35
Actual Time: 21:40
Temperature: 60°s
Weather: sunny and breezy

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Sugarbush Resort.” sugarbush.com. Sugarbush Resort. Web. 7 September 2014.
The Reservoir.” waterburyreservoir.com. The Reservoir. Web. 26 August 2014.

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