Maybe I should introduce this in a more gentle way. We were there checking out sites for Workcamp this summer. It will be a great experience for the churches that come together in July and work on the homes of the hurting.
Vermont is a beautiful state, now one of my favorites. The drive was amazing; clouds hung just above the mountaintops and seemed be like "swabs of cotton, snagging the trees above us." Even the heavier clouds were shrouding the mountains in their bleak glory. Countryside was one experience. Delving into the city was another. The people there are indeed the backward stereotypical rednecks that everyone talks about. They live in the sticks and they act like it. It was difficult to communicate with even the obscure shop owners. For they, who should be more than delighted to do business with anyone from out of state willing to mingle in their hometown, were hardly pleased with our presence.
Well, besides that, I found the perfect hole-in-a-mountain town for a serial killer! It is called West Rutland. Doesn't that just sound like trouble? We circled the "town" (I hesitate to call it a town since it was the size of a shoe box) several times all the while feeding my imagination with twisted and demented plots: The run-down hotel that would double as killer site #3, the rock pile yard that would serve as a temporary burial ground before the mass murderer would deteriorate the bodies into fertilizer for his greenhouse center which would also serve as a cover job, the banged up Chevy that careened past us in anticipation of reaching his haunted castle outside of town where he could perform sick rituals, there was also the wood beam piles and the ghastly factory which were killer sites #1 & 2.
Have any of you ever seen a goat the size of a pony?
And there you have Vermont.
Disclaimer: These are my thoughts and reflections of the trip. No one else is held responsible for my warped demeanor.
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