When I first moved to Vermont in 2004, I had to learn a whole new language – there were creemees in the summer months, woodchucks year round and come winter, the promise of a Nor’easter brought mass excitement.
Elsewhere in the northeast, they might be less welcome, bringing damaging flooding and power cuts, but for us, they held the promise (okay, the possibility) of a winter of adventure. In Vermont, Nor’easters could mean feet of snow which would have us digging out our ski jackets or snowshoes for our favorite winter sports.
