Vermonter Weekend

What I will now look like more often than not:

What's more: we had company this weekend, and if I had worn anything other than this I would've been out of place.

I did hear the governor speak this weekend, and
he did very nicely asked that the out-of-staters stay.

Vermonter-wear: multiple layers to accommodate the sudden changes in weather, one of which must be plaid flannel, combined with utility pants, all of which must be two sizes too big, topped off with dirt-crusted boots and optional hat/gloves (gloves forgone in this instance)

ASSIMILATION, IT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU, TOO.

I've even worn sweatpants to the grocery store. Granted, all my other pants were in the wash. Still.

Activities on a Vermonter weekend with company include eating way too much, having a bonfire, hiking, and skeet shooting.

I'm surprised that my shoulder escaped unbruised. My ego, however, did not. I did not hit a single target. I will need a lot of practice with that shotgun before being considered adequate.

Oh well. I still looked cool doing it.