Postcard from Glastonbury, Vermont
In the first five years after World War Two, eleven hikers disappeared inside
these town lines. Those who live nearby will barely get out of their cars here.
No that there's much to do, except look at the woods, and there's no one to see--64 square miles, and not a single resident. In Bennington, the Veteran's Home
has an unobstructed view of Glastonbury Mountain, rising like bread in the
morning. Though the mountain is oblong and the town a square, it's known as
the Bennington Triangle. When I explore the long-abandoned roads, they follow
a path that has nothing to do with the land they traverse. They seem to be spelling
something I can't read, no matter how many times I retrace my route. I think
it is two long words, but don't know which ones. I am welcomed and spurned
at the same time, as if the mountain can't make up its mind.