Needless to say, the landscape spoke to me, and it still does. We packed up the car in Pennsylvania and drove to New Hampshire and Vermont to have a look around. I’ll never forget being stunned by these lines in that poem, which features a lonely man, a horse-drawn sled, and the dark and deep woods that surround him: “The only other sound’s the sweep / Of easy wind and downy flake.” I fell in love with that voice, so lyrical and centered, and begged my parents to take a vacation in Frost country, and they generously agreed. It was reading Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” when I was 15 that set me on the path that led to my adult life-I eventually became his biographer. This article is a selection from the July/August issue of Smithsonian magazine BuyĬharles “Andy” Desilets often makes his way to Cannon Mountain ski lodge in New Hampshire, where, he says, “I’m most at home in the wilderness.” Subscribe to Smithsonian magazine now for just $12
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