Research

--Ori and I visited the Robert Frost cabin in Ripton today.  Quite a fun day, but a little long in the car for a three year old.  She kept asking "where is the cabinet", which I liked because I felt like I was driving somewhere to look inside a cabinet.

--Both the farmhouse and the nearby cabin are locked, so you can only peek in, but the interiors are preserved intact and very quaint and cozy. The whole thing was a little walk back in time.

--There was even a hunter walking back to his truck (the property borders the Green Mountain National Forest) empty handed, but carrying a gun which gave the scene some poetic texture.

--Now I know what it looks and feels like up there.  The cabin sits in the corner of a large field about a quarter mile up the hill from the farmhouse.  It has two fairly large trees growing very close to one side, and just down the hill a line of 5 or 6 apple trees.  The rough hewn siding grooved and lined with worm trails.