I'm probably more confident than I should be, but I don't know, I think it seems like

super fun.

I'm in a beautiful open field in Glover, Vermont.

It's a tiny town way up near the Canadian border, just about an hour and a half east of

the Burlington Airport.

At the moment, my new friend Ziggy is strapping my legs into stilts and helping me stand

up.

You watch your head.

You're doing great.

Oh.

This is, I was way too confident about this.

Ziggy is a puppeteer, but do not think little marionettes or cuddly hand puppets.

Think gigantic towering paper mache creatures.

For her performances, Ziggy and her fellow puppeteers put on huge stilts, long cloaks,

and gigantic paper mache heads, and they go and walk around and act in these things.

I, however, am literally just trying to stand up.

And I'm lifting my feet with you.

Make sure to lift the knees.

Oh.

Yeah.

I was all like, give me the three foot stilts.

Do not give me the three foot stilts.

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