“I can’t fully explain it but Vermont is so unique, ordinary, unspoiled, commonplace, interesting, beautiful, astonishing and ghastly that I can’t get it out of my system. I tell people it’s like your favorite jacket or pair of jeans and every favorite childhood memory and adult romantic interlude rolled into one, wrapped in a psychotic’s vision of bizarre weather.”
I am happy to welcome an old friend, the semi-mythic former Vermonter Mike Aiken to this site; he will be posting whenever the spirit moves him, perhaps even with his own photographs of New England.
His comment above is perhaps the finest description of Vermont I’ve ever come across, and one I thought had been lost forever (last seen on our refrigerator door some eight years ago, and only recently rediscovered – originally sent in an email).
He lived in a caboose near the Canadian border for a time, and sold me some magnificent Lodgepole Pine poles for my own tipi experience in my formative years.
His first post is here.
He will also have his own tag (top right of each page), which will populate after three entries.
Enjoy!