Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Whatchoo Lookin' At, You Flatlanders You
If I drove west for a little more than an hour, I'd be at Mount Washington, in New Hampshire. You don't have to drive too far past it, continuing west, to be in Vermont. Mount Washington is famous for bad weather, and people squat on top of it pretending to be scientists or something, but are really just human beings, and so find extreme things interesting and want to look at them when they should be working.
We drove past Mount Washington almost a year ago, delivering a truck freighted with the ghosts of our belongings to a charming town in New Hampshire called Littleton. We saw a big, brown head poking out of the puckerbrush by the side of the road, lumpenly watching us go by, and knew we were in a wild place. I would have gotten a picture, but the poor beast was frightened by the squeal my wife made --even a car buttoned up for sub-arctic weather cannot contain such a thing --and lumbered off to look for quieter neighbors. I doubt he found them on Mount Washington. They're always squealing up there, I imagine.
The Mount Washington Observatory