My company (a Home Medical Equipment provider [HME]) is opening a 10th branch store in St. Johnsbury, VT or St. J as folks around these parts call it, and my manager has been appointed as manager of that store also. So 2 to 3 times a week he does the 45 minute trip over the mountain to St. J and today he scarfed me up and took me along. Time to set up the warehouse/service area which is my responsibility at the Newport store; the service area being my full time job.

The whole point of this post is not about my day in St. J, except for the fact that compared to Newport, being in St. Johnsbury was almost like being back in civilization again. I mean, they had a Dunkin Donuts for heavens sake. Pure ecstasy I tell you. Anyway, this post is just an excuse for putting up a couple of pictures I snapped off during the trip over Sheffield Heights which is the mountain that stands between Newport and St. Johnsbury. Interestingly enough, the top of Sheffield Heights is the highest point of Interstate 91 which has it’s start in Bridgeport, CT where it “T’s” off at Interstate 95 and runs all the way up to Derby Line, VT where it ends at the border of Canada (about 10 miles north of here).

So for those who have traveled Interstate 91 before or are just a fiend for trivia, the highest point of this particular highway is 1856 ft at the highest point of Sheffield Heights in the green mountain state of Vermont.

Oh yeah…the pictures. Lord, it was cold and windy this morning but the sun shined and the day dawned bright and clear despite the low temps and stiff breeze, so I grabbed my trusty old point and shoot as I headed out the door for work just in case a couple of opportunities came along to shoot at…er…so to speak. And out of about 8 shots I got a couple that were fairly decent for general purposes of posting.

The first was taken just as we were headed down the backside of the heights towards St J. As I said, it got fairly icy in some spots. There are some who say that it snows in July up on the heights but I believe they may be exaggerating a bit. I know for a fact that it gets up to at least 40 degrees during the warmest part of the day.

The next one is just a typical picturesque type farm scene that these parts of northern New England are famous for. My wife and I have passed this place more times then we can count and I never seem to have my camera along. This time I did however, and the winter background with the morning sun was just the right setting. No rest for the keepers of the farms, especially when it comes to dairy type farms such as this one. These folks were up long before Joe ( my manager) and I ever headed out our respective doors to start the day.

Now, after a long, hard day’s work, I’m especially glad that the weekend is here so I can rest up my tired backside and sleep late tomorrow (yeah!). They say that it’s not supposed to be so cold…a whole 21 balmy degrees instead of in the single digits. Almost be able to go out in shorts and a T-shirt I betcha’!

Then again…maybe not. Can’t wait for Spring or have I said that before?