What to do during Mud Season

Go for a drive. Off one of Vermont's Scenic Byways, between routes 7 and 30, lies the tiny town of Whiting Depot. It exists primarily because the railroad crosses Otter Creek there, and at one time it had at least two factories. One of them is now a grain storage facility and farm store; the other is just a decaying limestone foundation and chimney hidden back in the puckerbrush. Now the town's main features are a small church on a knoll overlooking the former factory, and one truly dead-man's-curve corner that winds around a honey locust tree, so slow down!
 

Here's the view looking east towards route 7. This farm keeps goats.

The road through Whiting Depot winds through the edge of the Great Swamp. The swamp is lovely any time of year, but never more so than at dawn in the spring. It's one of the first places to see red-winged blackbirds on their return, with their celebratory "curdle-WHEE" call...

... Actually "celebratory" is a bit too anthropomorphic. I think they sound relieved that winter's over, but they're probably just shouting, "This is MY tree, MY woman, STAY AWAY!"