As we arrived around sunset, the town was bustling with people emerging from hibernation to enjoy the warm weather (high 60's F). Restaurants' outdoor seating areas were full and people in t-shirts and sundresses gazed at the purple sunset over a still-frozen Lake Champlain. It was an idyllic spring evening and we slept well after a few hours of fresh air in our lungs, sun on our face, and sand on our feet.
The next morning we woke up to a snowstorm. Such is spring in New England, and after three months of constant snow, what's one more day?
Here are some of my favorite shots from those 12 hours in Burlington: