Pleasant times here in Vermont, blessedly removed from almost any exposure to what is happening out there in the world, though I do get the impression that the richest man to ever run for president, a guy who quite probably has paid taxes at a lower rate than I, has decided to attack the poorest people in the country as a campaign tactic. What a guy!
But I digress.
Before we came to Vermont I was interested to see how well they had managed to deal with the devastation visited upon them by Hurricane Irene. To be honest, though there are small things I’ve noticed, just because I was looking, for the most part it’s fairly hard to tell that so much of the state was underwater. This is probably the most dramatic example, and I suspect it hasn’t been fixed only because it wasn’t being used even before the hurricane.
Here's another picture, in context. The stream bed alongside the barn is, to the best of my recollection, at least twice as wide, and probably more, than it was last year.
Just a note. Part of the reason that they’ve come back so well is because at times like that, people do realize that we’re all in this together. When we pull together, we can overcome quite a bit, but when we persist in thinking, as some appear to do, that whatever success we achieve is due solely to our own efforts, then it’s a lot harder to overcome disasters. Maybe that’s why we haven’t been able to come back from the financial disaster gifted to us by the financial wizards who did it all for themselves (except when they needed to be baled out by the rest of us, but what of that?).
But I digress again. No politics.
I rode my bicycle to Ascutney, Vermont today. Here's the Mount of that name, dramatically rising from an otherwise almost flat terrain.