From Yesterday’s No Kings Trump protests at the Vermont State House in Montpelier. Sign-makers unite.









From Yesterday’s No Kings Trump protests at the Vermont State House in Montpelier. Sign-makers unite.










When the 2026 FIS World Cup cross country ski final races came to Lake Placid, NY, in the heart of the Adirondacks last weekend, the American XC ski community showed up too. So did snow, sleet and rain, but it was still an unforgettable celebration of international cross country skiing. Click here for a big gallery from four days at Lake Placid.









When it’s said that John Caldwell was the father of cross country skiing in America, it’s not a stretch, not by any means an exaggeration. There is an absolutely direct line from his ideas about and love for the sport and from his book The Cross Country Ski Book (1964) through to this year’s Olympics, to Bill Koch, Tim Caldwell, Bob Gray, Martha Rockwell, Jessie Diggins, Julia Kern, Ben Ogden, Sverre Caldwell, Sophie Caldwell and the Stratton Mountain School, to name a few. And not to mention the extended Caldwell clan, the first family of nordic skiing in the US, which continues to have an impact. And, just as importantly, his influence extended to your local ski touring center or local trails, and your high school or middle school ski program, even if you might not have thought about it in that way. All because he planted the seed.
He could wax eloquent about technique and strategy but somewhere in that book (I can’t find my copy!) he says, simply, something like: “I’ll say it again: It’s fun.”
His involvement spread from Dartmouth, the 1952 Olympics and the Putney School, where he taught and coached, spanning the era of wooden skis with balsa cores that would snap in a corner; giant wool-clad editions of the Washington’s Birthday Ski Race; the 1970s knicker-clad boom in ski touring; to the US ski team, the advent of skating, wildly sophisticated ski technology, and the European-model local club system that has transformed US cross country ski racing. RIP, John Caldwell, and thanks for everything.
Photos: John Caldwell at the 2019 nationals in Craftsbury; Bob Gray, Tim Caldwell, Bill Koch at the 2018 Super Tour Finals in Craftsbury; Sverre and Sophie Caldwell and racers you may recognize, Craftsbury 2018; The Book.




Some of my favorite pictures from the crazy year of 2025.
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Dancing during the Spice on Snow Winter Music Festival, Montpelier.
Lorraine Zaloom demonstrates at a 50501 Trump protest on International Women’s Day 2025 at the Vermont State House in March in Montpelier, VT.
Brass Balagan leads Montpelier’s Lantern Parade across a newly illuminated bridge in November.

Annual fall jaunt to the north shore of Prince Edward Island and St. Andrews, New Brunswick, in the Canadian Maritimes. Clouds, wind, rain, surf, crimson blueberry fields, red rocks, red sand, very occasional sun. It never disappoints.








Greenwich Dunes, Prince Edward Island National Park.[/caption]


Forked Lake, including the old telephone booth where you can make emergency calls on a landline and the row-it-yourself guideboat at the Adirondack Experience in Blue Mountain Lake. Water’s low, rocks are out, but it’s still another world.











August in October: 80 degrees F. on Lake Champlain in the first few days of October. Summer, but with low-angle Autumn light. Very strange, but very beautiful. Hazy on the Green Mountains and the Adirondacks and blue water with an unnerving touch of algae closer to shore. And very shallow because of the drought. Leddy Beach to Juniper Island and back with a south wind. Shot with an iPhone.







You don’t have to get out of Vermont in April, but it’s a good idea. This past April we did some touring in Pennsylvania, Maryland and West Virginia, focusing on rail trail biking but generally just looking around: Bethlehem, PA, and its defunct steel mills, Moravian history and the Delaware & Lehigh Canal bike path; the Great Allegheny Passage rail trail in southwestern PA; the Chesapeake and Ohio Canal rail trail in Maryland; Harpers Ferry, West Virginia; Antietam and Gettysburg battlefields. You don’t have to travel far to see a lot.Click here for a gallery.











I was in Los Angeles in late June-early July. Six months after the Eaton wildfire swooped out of the nearby hills, most of the roughly 6,000 burned homesites in nearby Altadena, next to Pasadena, have been cleared of debris, mainly by the Army Corps of Engineers. Some rebuilding has begun, but most properties await permits to take the next step. As you walk through the area, it looks like a community in suspended animation, reeling from the losses, waiting for the next act.







The Flight 93 National Memorial near Shanksville, PA. We all know the story too well. Part of some images I’m finally collecting from a trip south to the Lower 47 to escape Mud Season back in April.









The state middle school track and field championships on May 30 were renamed in honor of Nathan Suter, who died on May 13, age 52, and who was instrumental in re-establishing Montpelier’s middle and high school track programs and the state middle school meet itself. The Nathan Suter Middle School Track & Field Championships were held at the UVM track in Burlington, a fitting tribute and an emotional one for Montpelier’s team. On the back of one athlete’s shirt were the words: This One’s for Nathan.”








If you’re going to have a big dirt-road bike tour called the Muddy Onion, it might as well be muddy. And it was mighty muddy for the annual Onion River Outdoors event, which followed central Vermont gravel for loops of 58, 40, or 20 miles on a rainy Saturday, April 26. It was colorful, but I went with black and white. Congratulations to all those who rode. I don’t think they’re going to forget this one. You can tell, by the amount of mud in the face, who had fenders or handlebar bags to stop the barrage.
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The inevitable snows of March. This one arrived on March 29, about eight inches worth after most of the season’s snow had melted, as did this snow a few days later. To be expected, and taken, literally, in stride.







The big crowd that filled the Vermont State House lawn for the April 5 Hands Off!/50501 rally. Click here for a gallery.









A few of the reasons why I like Quebec City in the Winter. All from this past February. More on Instagram @lazenbyphoto.




