Duck Pond Road, in Lower Waterford, is like many Vermont roads, it starts out paved but eventually the pavement runs out and becomes something like packed dirt. Where this road ends is a mystery to me, but on every trip north we make time to visit this pond and enjoy some authentic back road solitude. I always walk along the road from one end of the pond to the other so I can enjoy the view, and to remind myself that my feet are firmly planted on a woodsy back road that's more than 200 miles north of my own neighborhood. The air was cool enough for us to feel that fall is definitely in the air, and best of all, was the deep pine smell that I've come to associate with the Northeast Kingdom.
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