Month: March 2013

Mont-Tremblant: A week of skiing, mountains, and good food

Although the beach front view and the promise of a tan were tempting, for spring break this year my friends and I decided to travel even further north than Maine and go skiing in Canada at Mont-Tremblant.

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The views were unreal with Lac Tremblant running along at the foot of the mountain and a wide range of mountains and clouds along the horizon. The hotel we stayed at was right at the foot of the mountain and the small town had plenty of restaurants and boutiques for the eager vacationer. It really was the picturesque ski mountain. But to top it all off, we had a kitchen and got to COOK. Colby has good food, but it is amazing how good some fresh veggies in a home-cooked meal taste.
IMG_0602Pesto pasta with chicken, sautéed peppers, onions, and zucchini, and parmesan.IMG_0610Diced fresh tomatoes and onions make an easy salsa.

IMG_0618Tacos tacos tacos.

IMG_0623Spinach salad with dried cranberries, almonds, apple, and feta cheese.

IMG_0626Hand-made turkey burgers.

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On a toasted bun and topped with mozzarella, tomato, and pesto.

Nothing like some sweet potato fries to top it all off.

IMG_1231Good food, good friends, and some great skiing. The waves will just have to wait until this summer.

Beautiful Things: Summers (and sunsets) in Maine

I do love Maine. Even the winters up until a point. When it is March 18th and 9 degrees outside and the weather forecast is telling you it is supposed to snow 4-6 inches tomorrow however, would be that point. This is the time where we all start to get anxious for warmer weather. And since it has been particularly cold these past several days, I thought looking back to some warmer times was in order.


Ah, yes. There we go. Nothing like some summer sunsets in Maine to make you nostalgic. This one was taken from Chebeague Island in Casco Bay, not far from Portland.IMG_8039Summers in Maine are particularly extraordinary. I think it is because they are ruggedly beautiful — the rougher, rockier earth and trees complement the over-the-top beauty of the sunrises and sunsets. There’s lobster. It’s warmer than it is in winter but never as stiflingly hot and humid as it gets in DC.IMG_8040And when you’re near the water, it’s even more wonderful.IMG_8055

IMG_8904Friends in Maine when we came up early before the start of school and spent a couple days at Rosie’s house in Cape Elizabeth.IMG_8939The view from her porch. Not bad, eh?IMG_8945

IMG_9024And now it’s looking like we’re supposed to get 8-12 inches of snow. Oh, Maine.

She’s back.

So its been a while. After taking the “big leap” and finally actually starting a blog in January, I have since dropped off the radar, and once you take some time away, it takes a while to come back. I am going to attribute my lengthy disappearance to the following factors:

1) The end of my long, long swimming career.


Yes that is me. Yes those are my abnormally large muscles that come at the end of a long five months of training and a short three weeks of rest period before our championship meet. Yes that suit is tighter and smaller than it looks. Yes it does take about 30 minutes to get it on the first time.

Many people know that swimming is a particularly bizzare sport (why would someone swim back and forth so many times looking at the same black line?), but the truth is, even if we are a bunch of weirdos who spend a ridiculous amount of time in tiny suits peeing in the pool, there is quite possibly nothing else in my 21 years that has had such a monumental impact on my life.

Needless to say, the end was quite emotional. I think at some points I may have even used the word “mental” to describe how I was feeling.

2. Colby’s Birthday Party.


She was turning 200 so it had to be a celebration for the books. Fireworks. Streamers. A giant cake. Obama. Parades. Photobooths. Performances. Poetry recitations. Happy birthday midnight chants. The preparation for the big day and the aftermath of all the celebrations certainly took it out of me.

3. Poetry, poetry, poetry.


This semester I am taking three classes: 1) my thesis – where I write poetry and read poetry by my peers and contemporary published writers; 2) my senior seminar – where I read romantic poetry by Keats and Coleridge and will memorize 200 lines of their poetry by the end of the semester; and 3) teaching poetry – where I am learning how to teach poetry to fourth and fifth graders in Waterville schools.

Most moments I am melting inside due to happiness from all of the poetry that I am literally swimming in (heh heh see what I did there?). This semester has reinforced my belief that everyone should be reading more poetry because it makes us more engaged and more aware of our connections with ourselves, with each other, and with the world. And how incredible a thing is that?

4. General senior spring insanity and sense of impending doom.


How does one leave a place this beautiful? I waver between feeling such passion for the things I am learning and then feeling burnt out on academics. I make lists and feel accomplished and then I realize the amount of things to do and I feel overwhelmed.

I waver from day-to-day between panic about the prospect of leaving a home that has given me so much and that has become so engrained in who I am, and between excitement at the prospects of life after school. This will be the first time in our lives that the next thing is not mapped out for us. This is why I am considering working on a sheep farm for a brief six month stint in New Zealand with my friend Carly, because why not?

So here I go again. Maybe this second go-around will be a more successful and consistent attempt at blogging. One can only hope. See ya around folks.