Shelburne Museum, for those who don't know, is located just south of Burlington, actually south of South Burlington as well. It isn't a traditional museum with a single building and a collection, it is instead holds a multitude of replica and transported building from all over the northeast on a large tract of land. There is a certain life-and-times-in-the-Northeast-over-the-last-couple-of-hundred-years theme, but not exclusively. It has a variety of buildings and exhibits to say the least.
This is the steamboat Ticonderoga, it sits on a drydock and is beautifully restored. I loved this as a kid and still do.
Their print shop is impressive and we got a private tour from the Blacksmith Don because it was closed and he appreciated my interest in movable type (given the sets that I have and haven't been able to really use). He has worked in the print shop as well as hammering metal and we talked a bit about how to do it. It was very helpful.
What I dream of at night. This was only half of the exhibit of Shaker hand tools. Just stunning both the woodworking and the metalworking that went into these.
Because how can I resist a boat. Or the beautiful girl photographing them. Too much?
There was a motorcycle show as well. This is a custom bike that looks like the builder should be sent away and told to add the proper parts so it would run.
For those who know the term Wankel Engine this is one of the few bikes with one and specifically, this is the weird exhaust port.
A Royal Enfield...
Another custom bike, and the one good thought to end with: I have motorcycle goggles that match.
Oh yeah, winter is here. I has been a very busy couple of months and given it is moderately late and I work yet another day in corporate america tomorrow I will keep this short. This is me before going out skiing across the country club with Heather. It was windy and the goggles were necessary I swear.
Coffee spilled across my keyboard only incurred momentary damage. I ripped it apart at home and managed to make sure moisture did not get any further. I even put it all back together again. 
This was our third cross country outing up a train near Camel's Hump. It was a steep road and Heather showed her mettle with her skies. The snow was very wet and the steep incline meant we were sliding back on every step. The decent on the other hand was the fastest I have ever gone on skies. And I fell a lot. Otherwise I would have been doing 50 mph by the bottom.
On the way back the sun was setting. Truly remarkable. This doesn't even come close to capturing it.
This is where we skied today. This is Little Pond, the Waterbury Reservoir. It was a 700 foot elevation gain over a mile or so, the snow was a little better but still a challenge. The decent was swift, around 25 minutes to cover the ground that took an hour to cover on the way up. This shot doesn't really show the mountain's impressive mass hidden by the clouds. There were a couple of people out fishing on the ice but apart from them the trail was empty and we avoided the snowmobiles. And we made it back in one piece.
