<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1" ?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>washingtonpost.com - Vermont</title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/travel/archive/unitedstates/vt?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</link><description>Vermont</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>15</ttl><image><title>washingtonpost.com</title><width>140</width><height>20</height><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com</link><url>http://media.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/hp/image/wp_web.gif</url></image><item><title><![CDATA[These Boots Were Made for Skiing, Skating]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A7517-2005Mar4.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A7517-2005Mar4.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[    WHAT:  Nordic skating at Lake Morey Resort.<br>   WHERE:  Fairlee, Vt.]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Vermont in Your Back Yard?]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A32047-2004Dec3.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A32047-2004Dec3.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Stop. Put down the keys and back away from the car. Suppose I told you that you could get to one of the best ski areas in the eastern United States in about the same time it takes to drive to some vertically challenged hill in the mid-Atlantic? On a budget, no less?]]></description><author> Ben Abramson</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[In Vermont, Sugar on Snow]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A27301-2004Mar26.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A27301-2004Mar26.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Having grown up in Vermont, I've always felt that sugaring season sums up the state better than any other. Autumn and winter get the most hype, for reasons not entirely undeserved, but maple syrup time arrives without the frantic traffic jams that accompany fall foliage, and is not confined to mountaintop resorts like ski season. Sugaring season -- when the sap from the maple trees starts flowing and syrup production swings into gear --  is different.]]></description><author> Jessica Merrill</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[In Vermont, Kipling's Bedtime Stories]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A63757-2004Jan30.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A63757-2004Jan30.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[WHAT:  Naulakha, Rudyard Kipling's American home, available for overnight accommodations.]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Killington]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A39156-2003Dec5.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A39156-2003Dec5.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Fifteen hours of ski instruction over three days in the company of other women. I figure at the end of that I'm either going to be a better skier or admit that it's time to trade in the skis for snowshoes.]]></description><author> Carol Sottili</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Going to the Dog Chapel. . .]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A9720-2003Jul4.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A9720-2003Jul4.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[If I were in charge of Vermont tourism, I'd bill the state as the Land of Small Pleasures. That would no doubt irk the champions of the Green Mountain State's more prominent pleasures -- skiing, golfing, leaf-peeping. But to me, a trip to Vermont means simplicity: tooling along uncongested highways, watching hills roll past in waves, stopping now and then for a cheese-factory tour or to check out a quirky attraction.]]></description><author> Jennifer Huget</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[In Vermont, a Vicious Cycle?]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A23939-2003Jun6.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A23939-2003Jun6.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[My Vermont bike trip had barely started when doubts began to kick in. I had mounted my sporty Cannondale and breezed past the  brick church and pleasant town square of Shoreham, then hit a dramatic rise. Grappling with the gears, I pedaled harder as my hands began to go numb and sweat trickled down my forehead. One rider from my group swooshed past, then two others, all beaming pleasantly. Mustering a tepid smile, I pushed on until the road flattened and a cluster of maples offered shade. That's when I wondered: Was I ready to tackle Vermont on two wheels?]]></description><author> Gary Lee</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Vermont: Ski-Inn, Ski Out]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A54196-2002Nov29.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A54196-2002Nov29.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[You've spent the last five hours in near solitude gliding through Vermont's pristine backcountry. Now, as the sun starts to sink, the last place you want to bunk is a noisy lodge crammed with ski bums sucking down Jack Daniel's and spinning powder tales.]]></description><author> Wendy Knight</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hip, Hippie, Hippest]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A5682-2002May24.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A5682-2002May24.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[If a nightspot in Burlington, Vt., is supposed to be the sort of down-home place where people show up in plaid shirts and jeans, nobody bothered to tell Anna Rosenblum. With its sleek, minimalist decor, a waitstaff decked out in black and live jazz nearly every night, the club she opened last summer could have been plucked out of New York's TriBeCa. In a matter of months, the Waiting Room has  become the "in" scene in town. On a recent Saturday night, the martinis, music and animated chatter flowed well into Sunday morning.]]></description><author> Gary Lee</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Zoom With a View]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A38069-2002Apr24.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A38069-2002Apr24.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Stellafane, an annual "star party" in Springfield, Vt., has been attracting serious telescope builders and users every summer for the past 75 years.]]></description><author> Ellen Perlman</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[DOUGH!]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A61423-2001Nov20.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A61423-2001Nov20.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[If you're any kind of baker at all, you know King Arthur Flour as the Holy Grail of milled wheat. And while the KAF headquarters in Vermont may not be Camelot, to home bakers and pros alike a visit there feels like a pilgrimage.]]></description><author> Jennifer Huget</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Animal Tracking]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A48561-2001Jan25.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A48561-2001Jan25.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Animal tracker Susan Morse got down on all fours in three feet of snow and stuck her head into a bush. As 20 would-be trackers huddled around her, she sniffed deeply. She breathed hard. She sniffed again. She slowly rose to her snowshoes, turned to the assembled throng and frowned.]]></description><author> Carol Sottili</author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Family of Four]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A61047-2000Dec28.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A61047-2000Dec28.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[THREE DAYS: Disneyland]]></description><author></author></item><item><title><![CDATA[Defoliating Vermont]]></title><link>http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A61041-2000Sep22.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A61041-2000Sep22.html?nav=rss_travel/archive/unitedstates/vt</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 16:34:08 GMT</pubDate><description><![CDATA[It didn't take much more than an hour after pulling our dusty Ford behind the bright green John Deere tractor at Vermont's Liberty Hill Farm for my sister and me to settle in. She snuggled up on the living room couch with a mug of peppermint tea, swapping girlhood stories with Beth Kennett, the inn's co-owner. I ambled out to the cow barn, past the stalls where Pansy, Rosy and 56 other Holsteins were bracing for the evening milking, and stood for the longest time beholding Wisdom and her newborn calf taking a late-afternoon nap.]]></description><author> Gary Lee</author></item></channel></rss>