tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24612526055696736252008-06-19T15:38:03.428-04:00iSquangleMike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-87496213918326456412008-02-22T16:27:00.005-05:002008-02-22T16:49:17.853-05:00Wilmington Historical Society: Preserving our heritage.<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R79CR_KJnxI/AAAAAAAAA44/DpWHDMJ-y50/s1600-h/HSbarn05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169923774023835410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R79CR_KJnxI/AAAAAAAAA44/DpWHDMJ-y50/s400/HSbarn05.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The Wilmington Historical Society is searching for a way to save a historic barn on their Lisle Hill Road property.<br />Like just about any old barn, the historical society’s barn has seen better days. The mid- to late-nineteenth century barn has rapidly deteriorated since the society purchased the historical Barber House in 2005. Although the historical society has taken some steps to stabilize the structure, they’re concerned the building may be in danger of collapse. The roof, the foundation, and even some of the timbers need repair.<br />"We’re lucky it didn’t fall in this winter – at least the slate roof still sheds snow," says historical society president Julie Moore.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R79CSPKJnyI/AAAAAAAAA5A/500YpdMjXGg/s1600-h/HSbarn06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169923778318802722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R79CSPKJnyI/AAAAAAAAA5A/500YpdMjXGg/s400/HSbarn06.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The barn sits across the lot from the main house, and at an angle that almost seems to welcome visitors to the property. But the toll time has taken shows clearly on the building: the classic red paint is faded and worn, the roof is sagging, and bits of rotted wood and decay are visible along the eaves. The society has posted signs on the building warning would-be trespassers the building is dangerous, and to keep away.<br />Since the historical society purchased the Barber House, they’ve concentrated their efforts in renovating and restoring the main building. They’ve refurbished two rooms, refinished the kitchen, and have carried out numerous small repairs and improvements. "All things that add up in money," Moore says. "And we still owe money on the house."<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R79CTPKJnzI/AAAAAAAAA5I/tpbVv9NwfQM/s1600-h/HSbarn04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169923795498671922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R79CTPKJnzI/AAAAAAAAA5I/tpbVv9NwfQM/s400/HSbarn04.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Moore says society members applied for a Vermont Preservation Barn Grant, but competition for the grants is fierce and, she says, priority is given to barns that are visible from main roads. Now the historical society has few choices: watch the building collapse, sell or give it to someone for salvage, or find a donor (or donors) who wants to help them save their barn.<br />"In an ideal world, we’d like to have the barn restored and have it for storage and displays," says Moore. "But we just can’t afford to do that. Right now we’re open to any suggestions or feedback from anyone."<br />Society member Harriet Maynard says there are no records indicating when the barn was built, but she and other members believe the barn was built sometime between 1850 and 1899. Some hardware in the barn appears to be hand-forged, indicating an early construction date.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R79CTfKJn0I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/H-tSDkc3Xfo/s1600-h/HSbarn07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169923799793639234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R79CTfKJn0I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/H-tSDkc3Xfo/s400/HSbarn07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"The main house was built first," Maynard says, "and a shed was built behind it. The house and the shed were eventually connected with the addition of the kitchen. The barn may have been added at that time."<br />The construction date of the house is thought to be 1835, although Maynard says there’s no written evidence of anyone living on the site until 1853. Society member Lenny Chapman says there is some evidence indicating the house was moved to its present location from the site of the original village, at the top of Lisle Hill.<br />Barber family photos from the early 1900s clearly show the barn.<br />Maynard says the barn probably wasn’t built for an agricultural enterprise, but for the use of the household. "They would have had horses, and there are stalls in the barn, and storage for hay upstairs," she says. "There may have been a place for chickens in the barn, although later there was a chicken coop near the barn."<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R79CT_KJn1I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/PkhqWnawspY/s1600-h/HSbarn08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169923808383573842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R79CT_KJn1I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/PkhqWnawspY/s400/HSbarn08.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />In the 1930s, the horses were gone, and the barn was renovated to accommodate an automobile. The original sliding barn door was removed and a spring-loaded garage door was installed in its place. "It was serviceable for many years," Maynard says, "but even when we bought it, I don’t think it had been used in quite a while."<br />Chapman, who has experience in building and with a barn of his own, says the society is also considering whether it may be in their best interest to sell the barn for salvage before it collapses. Salvaging the barn would be less expensive than cleaning up the debris from a collapse, and would eliminate the danger. "The slate on the roof and some of the beams are worth some money," he says. "We may be able to find someone who will take down the barn and clear the lot for nothing – or even give us a little money."<br />But Maynard says although the barn may appear ready to collapse, there may be life left in the old building. "It’s still holding together, and we’ve had much more snow some years, even more than this year."For more information or to make a donation to the Wilmington Historical Society, call them at (802) 464-0200, or contact Moore at (802) 464-3004.<br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R79BmfKJnwI/AAAAAAAAA4w/FnzNNfZfsos/s1600-h/HSbarn02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169923026699525890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R79BmfKJnwI/AAAAAAAAA4w/FnzNNfZfsos/s400/HSbarn02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-28209126413811431692008-01-22T22:33:00.000-05:002008-01-22T22:40:10.146-05:00Full Moon RisingMonday evening's full moon rose early over the West River Valley. These views are from Captain Copeland Road in Dover.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5a2jsiiAbI/AAAAAAAAA4g/1ml6OV_ITG0/s1600-h/Moonrise05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158511147567153586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5a2jsiiAbI/AAAAAAAAA4g/1ml6OV_ITG0/s400/Moonrise05.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5a2j8iiAcI/AAAAAAAAA4o/JT8HpbslSVM/s1600-h/Moonrise02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158511151862120898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5a2j8iiAcI/AAAAAAAAA4o/JT8HpbslSVM/s400/Moonrise02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-3486748835187605102008-01-18T23:02:00.000-05:002008-01-18T23:56:54.205-05:00Hoot, Toot & Whistle<div align="left"><em>Sorry the blog hasn't been too active lately - it's the time of the year: the natural light is lousy and the snow creates a colorless, contrastless landscape. So here's something a little different. </em><br /><em>This article appears in the current issue of </em>The Cracker Barrel.</div><div align="left">All photos courtesy of the Wilmington Historical Society.<br /><br /></div><div align="left">How 13 miles of railroad track transformed a town</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br />By Mike Eldred<br />The Hoosac Tunnel & Wilmington Railroad is fond but distant memory for only a few Wilmington residents. For younger generations and newcomers to the valley the famed local railroad, known affectionately as the "Hoot, Toot, & Whistle," is a legendary piece of Deerfield Valley history.<br />But the obscure little railroad was almost wholly responsible for bringing the industrial revolution to the Deerfield Valley and changing Wilmington from an isolated farming town into a vital commercial, manufacturing, and tourist center.<br />The title of a short article published in the New York Times on November 4, 1891, the day before the railroad’s debut trip to the new Wilmington station, sums up the railroad’s anticipated effect on the town: "Wilmington wakes up." According to the article, the Wilmington of the late 1800s was a "Green Mountain backwoods town."</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br />"Old fashioned people with old-fashioned notions have lived and ruled in the town and have clung to the old fashioned customs. There are 1,300 people in Wilmington, and nearly all are descendants of the sixty-seven settlers who founded the village in 1763. There was not a resident of foreign birth in the town until a couple years ago when a few Swedes were brought to cultivate some abandoned hill farms, and no one now living can remember seeing a negro in the town. There is not a brick or stone building in the town."</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F3lke92nI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/y6fafQnka8c/s1600-h/HTW11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157034535648352882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F3lke92nI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/y6fafQnka8c/s400/HTW11.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>The Wilmington railroad depot, now a private home.</em></div><div align="left"><br />It’s a fascinating description of a rural town with little direct contact with the rest of the region and few outside influences. "This area was very rural then," says Wilmington historian Peter Morris. "Everything moved by stage coach or buckboard between Brattleboro and Bennington."<br />Farming was the main economic activity in town, and there were various small cottage industries. But most of the goods produced in Wilmington were consumed within a few miles of their point of origin. Products intended for wider "export," were taken to Brattleboro on what could be a long and treacherous journey. Morris says his father-in-law, Andy Crawford, could remember making the day-long trip to Brattleboro and back by wagon with his father. "It was an all-day trip," Morris says. "You bundled up under a bear-skin blanket and got home after dark."<br />Goods purchased in Wilmington came in by the same route. It’s often said that people used to "make do" by improvising their own repairs and inventions, but if their ingenuity was part frugality and part poverty, it was also part desperation. Any item that wasn’t already available in town had to be mail-ordered and shipped by rail to the nearest train station, then picked up by horse-drawn wagon. The machinery needed for any large-scale manufacturing business would have been costly and difficult to get over the mountains from Brattleboro to Wilmington<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em></em><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F3lke92oI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/2TrgBEeR9-A/s1600-h/HTW12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157034535648352898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F3lke92oI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/2TrgBEeR9-A/s400/HTW12.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Leaving the station</em></div><div align="left"><br />There were no tourists, and no reason for them to come to Wilmington. Although there was a hotel in town, the Vermont House, it wasn’t a "travel destination." While the town’s economy must have been sufficient to sustain the 1,300 descendents of the 67 original settlers,<br />There’s little doubt that Wilmington residents looked forward to the economic benefits a railroad would bring. In January 1883, Wilmington voters overwhelmingly authorized the investment of $43,000 in public funds in a "Brattleboro and Bennington Railroad" that would have also served Wilmington. The east-west rail route was never built, but another railroad, the Deerfield Valley Railroad, was built connecting the southern Vermont mountain town of Readsboro to the large manufacturing center of North Adams, MA and points east and west via the Hoosac Tunnel railroad station.<br />The 11-mile Deerfield River Railroad was completed in 1885. The purpose of the privately owned railroad was to provide hungry Massachusetts factories with the Deerfield Valley’s most abundant raw material: lumber and pulpwood. "<br />But the railroad also brought an economic boom to the Deerfield River towns. With regular railroad service to bring supplies and equipment in, and finished goods out, it was economically feasible to build factories outside of large cities, closer to the source of the raw materials. Soon, Readsboro boasted a number of industrial facilities, from sawmills and pulpwood processing plants to box and furniture factories. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F3l0e92pI/AAAAAAAAA3g/va7YLqt-dI4/s1600-h/HTW06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157034539943320210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F3l0e92pI/AAAAAAAAA3g/va7YLqt-dI4/s400/HTW06.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em>Wating for the train to come in</em> </p>Towns along the railroad became affluent communities with better access to goods and services on their own Main Streets, as well as passenger access to North Adams.<br />Wilmington residents must have watched Readsboro’s good fortunes with envy. When the track was extended another 13 miles to Wilmington in 1891, it was an invitation to the ‘backwoods" town to join the industrial revolution.<br />The invitation was accepted. The railroad’s chief purpose was still transport logs. According to George Cook, a railroad historian who has been researching the Hoot, Toot & Whistle in its various incarnations, whereas the line to Readsboro was built to feed industry in Massachusetts, the Wilmington extension was built to supply raw materials to new factories in Readsboro. "There was a paper factory in Readsboro that needed to be fed pulpwood," Cook says, "so it sponsored the construction of the railroad."<br />The ownership and names of the various railroad companies is somewhat convoluted. The "Hoosac Tunnel & Wilmington Railroad existed long before the track to Wilmington was ever laid. The track from the state line to Readsboro was owned privately under another name, and leased to the HT&W. At the completion of the Wilmington line, the three entities merged to become a single HT&W.<br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F3l0e92qI/AAAAAAAAA3o/g3Ig38OF-u4/s1600-h/HTW04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157034539943320226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F3l0e92qI/AAAAAAAAA3o/g3Ig38OF-u4/s400/HTW04.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />But it wasn’t long before industrialization came to Wilmington. The first major construction was a complex of sawmills and other lumber processing operations known as "Mountain Mills." Part village and part factory town, Mountain Mills drew employees from around the valley. But the demand for labor was high enough that foreign workers were also brought in. "The Newton Brothers (of Massachusetts) built the mills in Readsboro, and they had controlling interest in the entire operation," Cook says. "In 1905 they sold it off to Amos Brandin and Martin Brown."<br />Up until that time, the river was dammed up below Mountain Mills and logs were floated down to the sawmills. Brandin and Brown built a second railroad, the Deerfield River Railroad, from Mountain Mills into Somerset, some 35 miles of track used only to bring logs out of Somerset to feed the growing operation at Mountain Mills. "The railroad also allowed them to bring hardwood out – hardwood doesn’t float," Cook explains. "The mill was rebuilt to handle hardwood."<br />In 1918, a pulp mill was built at Mountain Mills, and the pulpwood that came out of Somerset was used even closer to home. "They used a sulfite process," Cook says. "Everyone in town knew when the paper mill was running because of the smell, like rotten eggs." </p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F3l0e92rI/AAAAAAAAA3w/TzZNnlUxGKA/s1600-h/HTW05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157034539943320242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F3l0e92rI/AAAAAAAAA3w/TzZNnlUxGKA/s400/HTW05.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em>Approaching Wilmington</em> </p><p>By 1924, the pulp mill was discontinued and the shores of Harriman Reservoir were lapping at its foundation. "Four quite a few years you could see the smoke stack," Cook says. "The water level came up so fast during a rainstorm in April 1924 that some people were caught with their cars in their garages and still in their homes."<br />In Wilmington Village, the new economic activity was creating affluence. The train may have come to take away logs, but it brought in new opportunities. After the completion of the railroad terminus in 1891 and 1905, Wilmington became a tourist destination. Large hotels were built catering to affluent urbanites looking for an escape from the summer heat of the city, and a return to the rural enjoyments of their childhood. Raponda Hotel was the first "lakefront" resort in town, built on a peninsula of land that juts out into the lake. The Forest and Stream Club, located in the Chimney Hill area provided fishing and other outdoor recreation opportunities. The Vermont House added a "tea room" to serve the new visitors to town. The Crafts Inn, one of Wilmington’s architectural crown jewels, was designed in 1896 by the famed firm of McKim, Meade, & White, of New York. The inn was completed in 1902. </p><p align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F7ZUe92sI/AAAAAAAAA34/Ojqyy60eIPY/s1600-h/HTWLuddington.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157038723241466562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F7ZUe92sI/AAAAAAAAA34/Ojqyy60eIPY/s400/HTWLuddington.jpg" border="0" /></a><em>Luddington Factory, now the site of the DVTA MooVer's headquarters</em> </p><p>There’s no doubt that many of the town’s former "cottage industries" grew to take advantage not only of the availability of materials coming in by rail, but also of a new ability to distribute to far away locations with nothing more than at trip to the train station.<br />In 1914, some of the hardwood and softwood logs coming out of Somerset were diverted to Wilmington, where they were turned into clothespins, spindles, and plywood trays at the newly-built Ludington Woodenware Company factory. Portions of the factory still stand, as part of the former barnboard factory on Mill Street. The Ludington factory sat right next to the railroad tracks.<br />According to a 1914 newspaper article announcing the completion of the factory, the plant was designed to turn out an incredible 604,800 clothespins in a single day. The factory also produced 400,000 plywood trays per day. The trays were used in the delivery and sale of butter, lard, and "other commodities" at grocery stores. Large yarn bobbins, used in woolen mills, were also produced at the plant.<br />The new woodenware factory provided 128 jobs in the small town of Wilmington, instantly becoming the town’s largest employer. </p><p align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F7ZUe92tI/AAAAAAAAA4A/r4kS8byGB3E/s1600-h/HTW01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157038723241466578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F7ZUe92tI/AAAAAAAAA4A/r4kS8byGB3E/s400/HTW01.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Vermont House</em></p><p align="left">For the average household, the train brought in foods and goods that weren’t available otherwise. The first banana, or orange, ever seen in the town of Wilmington probably came in on a rail car. But the train also brought a better standard of living. "Think about how you kept your house warm," Cook says. "Before the train, there was no coal, and wood was starting to get scarce. Coal was a big item."<br />Mail, medicines, specialty goods – nearly all the earmarks of a growing modern and affluent lifestyle depended on the train. "And if the snow blocked the train from getting through, there was real concern," Cook says. "There were times when people were hurting because the coal didn’t come in."<br /></p><p align="left"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F7Zke92uI/AAAAAAAAA4I/nICZz_4Wum4/s1600-h/HTW07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157038727536433890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F7Zke92uI/AAAAAAAAA4I/nICZz_4Wum4/s400/HTW07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The HT&W continued to serve the community for more than 45 years. But the rise of the automobile, along with improvements in the roads, robbed the railroad of its preeminence as the town’s connection to the rest of the world. A series of natural disasters led to the discontinuation of the track from Readsboro to Wilmington. The railroad company considered discontinuing the track when the reservoir was flooded, but the town convinced the company to build a trestle crossing the lake. In November 1927, the trestle was washed out in a hurricane. While the trestle was under reconstruction, goods were transferred by truck from train’s northernmost passage, and passengers were taken into town by car.<br />According to a news clipping on file at the Wilmington Historical Society, the train didn’t return to Wilmington until July 8, 1929. The town was so excited at the prospect of renewing its connection with the outside world, the locomotive returned to town with cacophony of factory whistles, train whistles, and fire sirens. </p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F7Z0e92vI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/RZcJOFrjzg8/s1600-h/HTW08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157038731831401202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F7Z0e92vI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/RZcJOFrjzg8/s400/HTW08.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em>Childs Tavern Porch, now the Crafts Inn</em></p><p>But in 1936 another hurricane struck, this time leaving the trestle and much of the track between Wilmington and Readsboro in ruins. Instead of rebuilding, the track between Wilmington and Readsboro was removed for good. The truncated HT&W continued to serve the valley until 1971, when service between the Hoosac Tunnel station and Readsboro was discontinued.<br /></p><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F7aUe92wI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/CZgIS9gkkR4/s1600-h/HTW03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157038740421335810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R5F7aUe92wI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/CZgIS9gkkR4/s400/HTW03.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em>Raponda Hotel </em><br /></p>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-70576948752006940002008-01-04T11:26:00.000-05:002008-01-04T12:43:36.112-05:00Condo Fire in West Dover<div align="left"><em>It seems incredible, but every year there are deck fires, dumpster fires, and even residential fires like this that are caused by homeowners or their guests placing hot ashes in or on combustable surfaces. This condominium was a complete loss. The cause was determined to be a bag of fireplace ashes that had been left on the front deck.</em><br /><br /></div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R35fnUe92iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/9862aKIAWHA/s1600-h/Greensprings04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151660152876554786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R35fnUe92iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/9862aKIAWHA/s400/Greensprings04.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em>Fire had just broken through the west side of the building in this photo.</em></p><em></em><p align="left"><strong>By Mike Eldred<br /></strong>DOVER- No injuries were reported in a New Year’s Eve fire at a condominium unit at Greenspring at Mount Snow.<br />The fire was reported at about 7:30 on the evening of December 31. Even as the first firefighters were arriving on the scene, dispatchers were reporting that witnesses saw fire engulfing the structure. With fears of the fire spreading to other condominiums in the same unit, or worse, to nearby units, firefighters raised the status of the fire to a second alarm, bringing in units from around southern Vermont.<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R35fnke92jI/AAAAAAAAA2s/tRFM0aPxLYA/s1600-h/Greensprings06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151660157171522098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R35fnke92jI/AAAAAAAAA2s/tRFM0aPxLYA/s400/Greensprings06.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Looking toward the front of the building</em></p><em></em><p align="left">In addition to the West Dover Fire Department, Wilmington, East Dover, Wardsboro, Stratton Mountain, and Brattleboro responded to the scene. Units from a handful of other southern Vermont towns were dispatched to provide cover at stations that had equipment at the scene.<br />By the time firefighters arrived on the scene, all occupants of the unit were out of the building.<br />Wilmington assistant fire chief Richard Covey assumed command of the scene, and firefighters from the various towns worked flawlessly together.<br />According to West Dover Fire Chief Rich Werner, water supply at the large condominium complex isn’t a problem, thanks to a number of fire ponds with dry hydrants scattered around the area. Pumpers from East Dover and Wilmington were able to pump water to firefighters battling the blaze. <a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R35foEe92kI/AAAAAAAAA20/nmRD4EsbSFo/s1600-h/Greensprings02.jpg"></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151660165761456706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R35foEe92kI/AAAAAAAAA20/nmRD4EsbSFo/s400/Greensprings02.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>West Dover Ladder Truck</em></p><p>It took some time to get water to West Dover’s ladder truck, which was strategically positioned on a hill above the burning unit. Once the water was hooked up, firefighters were able to use the ladder’s aerial hose to knock down the fire from above.<br />Meanwhile, teams of firefighters attacked the fire from the ground, despite cramped quarters between the building and the nearby hillside.<br />It wasn’t long before ladder trucks arrived from Brattleboro and Stratton Mountain to join in fighting the fire from above. Brattleboro took up a position near the front of the building, and Stratton set up near the back of the building, and soon the fire, which had been burning brightly, had been knocked down and was under control. </p><p align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R35foke92lI/AAAAAAAAA28/u7aCA1bWml0/s1600-h/Greensprings03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151660174351391314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R35foke92lI/AAAAAAAAA28/u7aCA1bWml0/s400/Greensprings03.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>View from atop an embankment behind the building. The roof is burning in this photo.</em></p><p>Werner says the condominium unit was destroyed. "The roof is gone, and a couple of the walls were severely damaged," he says. "There was a lot of smoke and water damage on the main floor and throughout the unit."<br />Miraculously, however, damage to the adjoining unit was relatively light. "The fire was contained to just the one unit," Werner says. "The unit next door got a little smoke damage."<br />The good news for the neighbors is a testament not only to the quick action of firefighters, but also to Greensprings’ construction methods. The condominiums were built with fire breaks and firewalls between units to halt the spread of fire. Werner says they worked. "That’s good quality construction," Werner says. "They did everything right, in fact, I think they did more than code required."<br /></p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R35fpUe92mI/AAAAAAAAA3E/qSWWV5tqpWI/s1600-h/Greensprings05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151660187236293218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R35fpUe92mI/AAAAAAAAA3E/qSWWV5tqpWI/s400/Greensprings05.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Firefighters notified fire marshals from the Vermont Department of Fire Safety about the incident even before the blaze was fully extinguished. The state police and DFS conducted their investigation on Wednesday, January 2, and determined that the fire started on the front porch near a trash receptacle and some trash bags. According to the report, the occupants placed ash from their fireplace in a trash bag and put it on the porch near the other refuse. "Ignition from the ash to surrounding combustible materials in the trash bag and surrounding area caused this fire." No injuries were reported in the blaze, but the family’s pet hamster died in the fire. Damage was estimated to be in excess of $300,000. The fire was ruled accidental and no charges are to be filed.Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-12353189091269525802008-01-01T11:31:00.000-05:002008-01-01T12:11:36.764-05:00View from the Mountain<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R3psiEe92dI/AAAAAAAAA18/OdqXgw0P190/s1600-h/Searsburg01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150548456426559954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R3psiEe92dI/AAAAAAAAA18/OdqXgw0P190/s400/Searsburg01.jpg" border="0" /></a> I was driving along Route 8 on my way to Stamford one recent Friday when I looked up and noticed this strange strip of clouds just in front of the wind turbines.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R3psi0e92eI/AAAAAAAAA2E/XjDdj09DOos/s1600-h/Searsburg02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150548469311461858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R3psi0e92eI/AAAAAAAAA2E/XjDdj09DOos/s400/Searsburg02.jpg" border="0" /></a> The tint of the setting sun on the frosty trees almost looked like autumn colors. </p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R3psjEe92fI/AAAAAAAAA2M/5mieAk8wq4s/s1600-h/Searsburg12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150548473606429170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R3psjEe92fI/AAAAAAAAA2M/5mieAk8wq4s/s400/Searsburg12.jpg" border="0" /></a> There was hoarfrost on the trees all over the mountain. It was a little surreal driving along in a world turned completely white. It reminded me of last year's spectacular ice storm, only without the drooping and broken tree branches and power outages. <p><br /></p><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R3psjke92gI/AAAAAAAAA2U/zMjmKf35QPs/s1600-h/Searsburg08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150548482196363778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R3psjke92gI/AAAAAAAAA2U/zMjmKf35QPs/s400/Searsburg08.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Moon over mist.</p>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-60256510444586709302007-12-20T20:55:00.000-05:002007-12-20T21:17:47.509-05:00View from Boyd Hill Road<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2sd-0e92ZI/AAAAAAAAA1c/OslMZ4MfbZA/s1600-h/BoydHill06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146239964278544786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2sd-0e92ZI/AAAAAAAAA1c/OslMZ4MfbZA/s400/BoydHill06.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>On the Horizon</em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146243340122839490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2shDUe92cI/AAAAAAAAA10/X0aMcdSOKsM/s400/BoydHill02.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em>Plowed and Sanded</em></p><p align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2sd_ke92bI/AAAAAAAAA1s/0wJ3XJLm5as/s1600-h/BoydHill04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146239977163446706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2sd_ke92bI/AAAAAAAAA1s/0wJ3XJLm5as/s400/BoydHill04.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>High Road</em><br /></p><br /><p align="left">All of these photos were taken from Boyd Hill Road in Wilmington.</p>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-32654836089944998712007-12-19T15:39:00.000-05:002007-12-19T21:40:16.398-05:00Fiery Car CrashNo serious injuries were reported in this fiery car crash in Wilmington Wednesday morning. The accident occurred at the corner of Route 9 and Hall Road. It appeared that that the operator was turning onto Hall Road from Route 9, struck the guard rail, flipped over the guard rail, and into the snow bank. The occupants of the vehicle were already out when these photos were taken.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2mFrke92XI/AAAAAAAAA1M/RwFpje6bCHA/s1600-h/FieryCarCrash4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145791032821930354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2mFrke92XI/AAAAAAAAA1M/RwFpje6bCHA/s400/FieryCarCrash4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2mFsEe92YI/AAAAAAAAA1U/wezckdYbyfY/s1600-h/FieryCarCrash3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145791041411864962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2mFsEe92YI/AAAAAAAAA1U/wezckdYbyfY/s400/FieryCarCrash3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-56623364345809769312007-12-16T16:22:00.000-05:002007-12-16T23:34:45.572-05:00Nor'easter<div align="center">For any snow/ski fans out there who have been disappointed over the last few seasons, this is your year. It has done nothing but snow here for the last month. If you like snow, now's the time to be here.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2W2eUe92SI/AAAAAAAAA0g/QeAd1VXKEZc/s1600-h/river.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144718781351581986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2W2eUe92SI/AAAAAAAAA0g/QeAd1VXKEZc/s400/river.jpg" border="0" /></a> View from the bridge, downtown Wilmington</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2W2fEe92TI/AAAAAAAAA0o/v3FPBOzr7rY/s1600-h/craftsinn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144718794236483890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2W2fEe92TI/AAAAAAAAA0o/v3FPBOzr7rY/s400/craftsinn.jpg" border="0" /></a> Crafts Inn</p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2W2fUe92UI/AAAAAAAAA0w/OxzB4_PvzhE/s1600-h/RestlandSharp.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144718798531451202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2W2fUe92UI/AAAAAAAAA0w/OxzB4_PvzhE/s400/RestlandSharp.jpg" border="0" /></a> The snow piled on grave markers at Restland Cemetery</p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2W2fke92VI/AAAAAAAAA04/HnMUoY8RAfQ/s1600-h/RestlandFlag.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144718802826418514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2W2fke92VI/AAAAAAAAA04/HnMUoY8RAfQ/s400/RestlandFlag.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Selective color </p><p><br /></p><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2W2f0e92WI/AAAAAAAAA1A/26y5Q_NvxAg/s1600-h/Plow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144718807121385826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2W2f0e92WI/AAAAAAAAA1A/26y5Q_NvxAg/s400/Plow.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a></p><p align="center">State snow plow on Route 9 </p><p align="center"><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2Wyuke92NI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Q9kO2E5NQP0/s1600-h/DowntownPlow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144714662477945042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2Wyuke92NI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Q9kO2E5NQP0/s400/DowntownPlow.jpg" border="0" /></a> View of downtown</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2WyvEe92OI/AAAAAAAAA0A/iGCfbnEHvDs/s1600-h/ParmHowe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144714671067879650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2WyvEe92OI/AAAAAAAAA0A/iGCfbnEHvDs/s400/ParmHowe.jpg" border="0" /></a> Parmelee & Howe building</p><p><br /></p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2Wyvke92PI/AAAAAAAAA0I/qxu0Ny3bi7Q/s1600-h/littledigger.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144714679657814258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2Wyvke92PI/AAAAAAAAA0I/qxu0Ny3bi7Q/s400/littledigger.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a></p><p align="center">Cleaning the sidewalks </p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2WywUe92QI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/3uTrPNJIV_g/s1600-h/Jeep.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144714692542716162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2WywUe92QI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/3uTrPNJIV_g/s400/Jeep.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a></p><p align="center">Frosted Jeep<br /></p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2Wywke92RI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/6T9ZTiADrjw/s1600-h/East9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144714696837683474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2Wywke92RI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/6T9ZTiADrjw/s400/East9.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a></p><p align="center">Looking west along Route 9 from the junction with Route 100; White House of Wilmington in the background</p>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-50568538161910687532007-12-13T18:36:00.000-05:002007-12-18T10:54:11.434-05:00A golden age<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2HI8esU-tI/AAAAAAAAAzY/e-p5k0_d_XQ/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143613190790511314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2HI8esU-tI/AAAAAAAAAzY/e-p5k0_d_XQ/s400/DSC00388.JPG" border="0" /></a>I noticed these decorative corner pieces in an unlikely place late this fall.<br />These winged lions are guarding the four corners of Harriman Station. Despite the power generating station's out-of-the-way location in a remote corner of Whitingham only accessible from Readsboro, when Harriman was built it was the pinnacle of power generating technology, and the gem of the Deerfield and Connecticut River Valley power facilities.<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2HJ6-sU-vI/AAAAAAAAAzo/DsScOdTdHlI/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143614264532335346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R2HJ6-sU-vI/AAAAAAAAAzo/DsScOdTdHlI/s400/DSC00389.JPG" border="0" /></a> This level of architectural detail isn't only an indication of the station's importance, it's also an example of a late nineteenth- and early twentieth-century movement toward more architecturally significant public and industrial buildings. Many industrial buildings of the period are characterized by neoclassical elements like large rows of tall windows, each separated from the others by a pillar, creating the image of columns, as well as details such as these lions.<br />Harriman Station was built in the early 1920s, during the era's peak, and not long before its demise during the Great Depression.Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-27838014609963031502007-12-08T23:31:00.000-05:002007-12-11T16:10:23.743-05:00Self Serving and VainYes, this is a completely self-serving and vain post. But a few people have asked where the latest set of wheels came from, so here's the story.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1twhOsU-rI/AAAAAAAAAzI/ZSeJica70NM/s1600-h/Winter07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141827115755567794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1twhOsU-rI/AAAAAAAAAzI/ZSeJica70NM/s400/Winter07.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>1951 Willys M38</em></div><p>I recently brought this back from my father's house in Maine. My father has always had a fascination with Jeeps, and apparently it's a hereditary condition. He drove this until about 1987. Since then it has been garaged - not running, but in fantastic shape.<br />After 20 years, it's running again, and waiting for warmer weather to get out and "stretch its legs" once again. (Thanks to John Greene and the rest of the great mechanics at Greene's Servicenter.)<br /></p><p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1twhesU-sI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/1VrJvaadnlo/s1600-h/Winter06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141827120050535106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1twhesU-sI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/1VrJvaadnlo/s400/Winter06.jpg" border="0" /></a> It's in original, unrestored and unmodified condition - still has the 24-volt military electrical system, blackout lights, and a maximum road speed of 60 mph!</p><p>-M</p>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-74461456192425548852007-12-07T22:01:00.000-05:002007-12-07T22:17:58.755-05:00Fire<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1oJx-sU-qI/AAAAAAAAAzA/zjaa-bHyEZM/s1600-h/Winter02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141432678844005026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1oJx-sU-qI/AAAAAAAAAzA/zjaa-bHyEZM/s400/Winter02.jpg" border="0" /></a> This was taken at the scene of last Monday evening's fire at Seasons Condominiums - during the middle of a Nor'easter. The red lighting isn't coming from the fire (which was contained in a single unit) but from the emergency lights of the dozens of fire engines. <br /><br /></div>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-35555259277381361982007-12-06T21:07:00.000-05:002007-12-06T21:58:50.565-05:00Snow!<div align="center">Yeah, it's here. If you like this kind if thing, it's time to head to Vemont and enjoy it.<br />Monday and Tuesday we had a Nor'easter that brought about eight inches of new snow.<br /><br /></div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1izXesU-jI/AAAAAAAAAyI/py013_NyPp4/s1600-h/Winter01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141056190600772146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1izXesU-jI/AAAAAAAAAyI/py013_NyPp4/s400/Winter01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1izXusU-kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/u_U2xHQzMCc/s1600-h/Winter03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141056194895739458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1izXusU-kI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/u_U2xHQzMCc/s400/Winter03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1izYOsU-lI/AAAAAAAAAyY/GQbnvUjAJZk/s1600-h/Winter04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141056203485674066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1izYOsU-lI/AAAAAAAAAyY/GQbnvUjAJZk/s400/Winter04.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Monday</p><p align="center"><br /> </p><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1i0JesU-oI/AAAAAAAAAyw/zrGGqB_W2zI/s1600-h/Winter12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141057049594231426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1i0JesU-oI/AAAAAAAAAyw/zrGGqB_W2zI/s400/Winter12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1i0KesU-pI/AAAAAAAAAy4/7nOwChrdPA0/s1600-h/Winter13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141057066774100626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1i0KesU-pI/AAAAAAAAAy4/7nOwChrdPA0/s400/Winter13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1izYesU-mI/AAAAAAAAAyg/xcE2pyNaMsg/s1600-h/Winter08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141056207780641378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/R1izYesU-mI/AAAAAAAAAyg/xcE2pyNaMsg/s400/Winter08.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> For those who haven't seen them yet, this is one of Mount Snow's new fan guns, the way snow is made when Mother Nature isn't so cooperative.</p>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-31471509706022808462007-11-15T20:31:00.000-05:002007-11-15T21:36:03.053-05:00Detroit Airport, 2006<div align="left">These photos were taken in Detroit Metro Airport, May 2006. The first two are of a spectacular fountain on the concourse of the McNamara terminal, IIRC. The plane parked directly in front of the fountain was a real bonus.</div><div align="left">The second group of photos is of a light and music art installation in the McNamara Terminal Tunnel. Incredible. It was like being on the set of a 1970s sci-fi flick.<br /><br /></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rzz1g43UweI/AAAAAAAAAxg/LgwQULf9ECY/s1600-h/DSC04046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133247620664574434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rzz1g43UweI/AAAAAAAAAxg/LgwQULf9ECY/s400/DSC04046.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Intimidation</em><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rzz1hI3UwfI/AAAAAAAAAxo/pQbuAIATFIg/s1600-h/DSC04050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133247624959541746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rzz1hI3UwfI/AAAAAAAAAxo/pQbuAIATFIg/s400/DSC04050.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Nexus</em></div><div align="center"><em></em><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rzz1hY3UwgI/AAAAAAAAAxw/LhYiaB1HbIk/s1600-h/DSC04027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133247629254509058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rzz1hY3UwgI/AAAAAAAAAxw/LhYiaB1HbIk/s400/DSC04027.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rzz1ho3UwhI/AAAAAAAAAx4/rq1vWlPji0Q/s1600-h/DSC04017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133247633549476370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rzz1ho3UwhI/AAAAAAAAAx4/rq1vWlPji0Q/s400/DSC04017.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rzz1iI3UwiI/AAAAAAAAAyA/HwsubAB6tUg/s1600-h/DSC04024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133247642139410978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rzz1iI3UwiI/AAAAAAAAAyA/HwsubAB6tUg/s400/DSC04024.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rzzzo43UwaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/xNBlfHu2vno/s1600-h/DSC04018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133245559080272290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rzzzo43UwaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/xNBlfHu2vno/s400/DSC04018.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RzzzpI3UwbI/AAAAAAAAAxI/m3rHj2ceVCA/s1600-h/DSC04023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133245563375239602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RzzzpI3UwbI/AAAAAAAAAxI/m3rHj2ceVCA/s400/DSC04023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RzzzpY3UwcI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Ko7kFEX72SM/s1600-h/DSC04038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133245567670206914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RzzzpY3UwcI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Ko7kFEX72SM/s400/DSC04038.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rzzzpo3UwdI/AAAAAAAAAxY/OPzaBMme4kg/s1600-h/DSC04020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133245571965174226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rzzzpo3UwdI/AAAAAAAAAxY/OPzaBMme4kg/s400/DSC04020.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-84721102508412680332007-10-29T12:46:00.000-04:002007-10-29T15:21:51.768-04:00Out and about<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RyYWSBSgV_I/AAAAAAAAAts/JASShNYxjC4/s1600-h/WhitesRdSunset3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126809724647397362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RyYWSBSgV_I/AAAAAAAAAts/JASShNYxjC4/s400/WhitesRdSunset3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Sunset over Haystack</em></div><div align="left">Thursday evening I set out to take some photos of October's full harvest moon, which usually rises larger than at most other times of the year. As the harvest moon rises early in the evening, it looks larger than usual because it is magnified by the atmosphere. </div><div align="left">Oddly enough, though, the moon rose in fog and clouds - big, but not clear enough for photographs. On the other side of the valley, however, there was this nice post-sunset view. Interestingly, not all of the color was visible to the naked eye. The camera was able to make better light adjustment than the human eye, and captured more color, both in the sky and in the cloud. I think it looks like there might be a volcano just over the horizon.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RyYWSRSgWAI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nwBSM3ypAKU/s1600-h/Rte7Gorilla.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126809728942364674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RyYWSRSgWAI/AAAAAAAAAt0/nwBSM3ypAKU/s400/Rte7Gorilla.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em>Route 7 Gorilla</em></p><p align="left">I snapped the next two photos on a trip to Burlington via Route 7. The gorilla is located at a used car lot north of Rutland. A beautiful example of roadside marketing kitsch. </p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RyYWTBSgWBI/AAAAAAAAAt8/P6Ag_AG8h0k/s1600-h/HotTree.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126809741827266578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RyYWTBSgWBI/AAAAAAAAAt8/P6Ag_AG8h0k/s400/HotTree.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em>On fire</em></p><p align="left">The foliage along Route 7 was phenomenal last week. </p><p align="left"><br /> </p><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RyYWTxSgWCI/AAAAAAAAAuE/V2PRBOX_CEo/s1600-h/HowNow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126809754712168482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RyYWTxSgWCI/AAAAAAAAAuE/V2PRBOX_CEo/s400/HowNow.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><em>Other side of the fence</em></p><p align="left">By request: more cows. </p>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-37157019043408615822007-10-19T20:26:00.000-04:002007-10-19T22:08:18.248-04:00Around Town: Random imagesThese are photographs I've taken around Wilmington, Dover, and Marlboro over the last couple of weeks. This first one was taken just today:<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rxle2XcQoMI/AAAAAAAAAtk/3fDmeW0ga4k/s1600-h/OctoberScenics11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123230339209142466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rxle2XcQoMI/AAAAAAAAAtk/3fDmeW0ga4k/s400/OctoberScenics11.jpg" border="0" /></a> Red Dodge, Whites Road.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123228694236668066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RxldWncQoKI/AAAAAAAAAtU/1zX4qsgs5ag/s400/OctoberScenics+(6).JPG" border="0" /></a> Reflecting Pond, Higley Hill </p><p><br /></p><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RxldXHcQoLI/AAAAAAAAAtc/dvWWeOmJ-mU/s1600-h/OctoberScenics+(5).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123228702826602674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RxldXHcQoLI/AAAAAAAAAtc/dvWWeOmJ-mU/s400/OctoberScenics+(5).JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> Stone Wall by Ben Bowen, Lower Dover Road<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RxlcmXcQoFI/AAAAAAAAAss/FBiS30pR09U/s1600-h/OctoberScenics12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123227865307979858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RxlcmXcQoFI/AAAAAAAAAss/FBiS30pR09U/s400/OctoberScenics12.jpg" border="0" /></a>View from above, White's Road </div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rxlcm3cQoGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/UQdSdrMW9D0/s1600-h/OctoberScenics+(1).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123227873897914466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rxlcm3cQoGI/AAAAAAAAAs0/UQdSdrMW9D0/s400/OctoberScenics+(1).JPG" border="0" /></a>Tiny waterfall, Hunter Brook Road </p><p><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RxlcnXcQoHI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Qxbzub21-qk/s1600-h/OctoberScenics+(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123227882487849074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RxlcnXcQoHI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Qxbzub21-qk/s400/OctoberScenics+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a>A closer look<br /></p><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RxlcnXcQoII/AAAAAAAAAtE/B5sNRLinw9M/s1600-h/OctoberScenics13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123227882487849090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RxlcnXcQoII/AAAAAAAAAtE/B5sNRLinw9M/s400/OctoberScenics13.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> Headed south, Wilmington<br /><br /><br /></p>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-14122252107849738212007-10-12T16:48:00.000-04:002007-10-12T17:04:28.688-04:00Rainy foliage season<div align="left">This year's foliage season has been a little off kilter - an early cool spell gave way to a very warm fall, and it seemed to keep the trees green longer than usual. By Columbus day weekend, the colors were just beginning to turn. Now, it has rained for the past week - during peak foliage. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rw_eMncQoBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/K5CCusHooRE/s1600-h/Foliage06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120555609670852626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rw_eMncQoBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/K5CCusHooRE/s400/Foliage06.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sometimes rain during foliage season is a disaster - hard rain will knock the leaves right off the tree. Depending on when it rains, it seems to destroy the color, turning all the leaves brown.<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rw_eM3cQoCI/AAAAAAAAAsU/BHtZsNPlaec/s1600-h/Foliage04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120555613965819938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rw_eM3cQoCI/AAAAAAAAAsU/BHtZsNPlaec/s400/Foliage04.jpg" border="0" /></a> So we were lucky that this week's rain fell light and misty. I love rainy, misty days - and that kind of weather is quickly becoming one of my favorite times to take pictures. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /></div><p><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rw_eNHcQoDI/AAAAAAAAAsc/khjizUm53yE/s1600-h/Foliage03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120555618260787250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rw_eNHcQoDI/AAAAAAAAAsc/khjizUm53yE/s400/Foliage03.jpg" border="0" /></a> It's probably boring to keep taking photos of the same place, the Wheeler Farm here in Wilmington, but I pass by it several times a day - and when you see the picture, or the right combination of colors, or the right light, it's hard not to stop and capture it. </p><p><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rw_eNHcQoEI/AAAAAAAAAsk/GiVym8QdSYw/s1600-h/Foliage08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120555618260787266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rw_eNHcQoEI/AAAAAAAAAsk/GiVym8QdSYw/s400/Foliage08.jpg" border="0" /></a> This was shot right across the street from the Deerfield Valley News. I wanted to fill the frame with color. </p>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-34486262271444707322007-10-12T16:19:00.000-04:002007-10-12T16:48:24.715-04:00The Hot Dog RanchThe trip to the Hot Dog Ranch had to be postponed for a week, but we finally made it last week. The Hot Dog Ranch - I'll spare the cowboy references.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rw_aYHcQn-I/AAAAAAAAAr0/ea3bwHgdBTs/s1600-h/HotDogRanch.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120551409192837090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rw_aYHcQn-I/AAAAAAAAAr0/ea3bwHgdBTs/s400/HotDogRanch.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>As you can see, The Hot Dog Ranch was definitely open. The "ranch" is located at 310 State Street in North Adams. Apparently there's another location in Pittsfield.<br /></p><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rw_aYncQn_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/vOhVqjSloGw/s1600-h/HotDogRanch+(1).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120551417782771698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rw_aYncQn_I/AAAAAAAAAr8/vOhVqjSloGw/s400/HotDogRanch+(1).JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Like Jack's, downtown, hot dogs rule the menu at the "ranch." Hamburgers and other sandwiches are available but the specialty are...</p><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rw_aZHcQoAI/AAAAAAAAAsE/QuQ2MS0O6aI/s1600-h/HotDogRanch+(3).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120551426372706306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Rw_aZHcQoAI/AAAAAAAAAsE/QuQ2MS0O6aI/s400/HotDogRanch+(3).JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> these strange tiny hot dogs, about three inches long and about as big around as a finger. They tasted like beef franks, and had a natural casing. I ordered three "with the works." Pretty good dogs, all in all, although I would forego their specialty chili next time - although it wasn't bad, it was strangely spiced - there was a definite taste of clove in it. <br /></p>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-87558881405246257412007-09-22T23:18:00.000-04:002007-09-24T11:40:53.471-04:00Lunch at Jack's<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RvXlfHcQn9I/AAAAAAAAArs/7ExwYyJYtUc/s1600-h/Jacks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113245274685349842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RvXlfHcQn9I/AAAAAAAAArs/7ExwYyJYtUc/s400/Jacks.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Jack's Hot Dog Stand, on Eagle Street in North Adams, is one of those rare places - a landmark, an institution, a tradition. The hot dog stand has been in business since 1917, in the same spot, owned and operated by the same family.</div><br /><div>I'm a real hot dog afficianado - I could eat hot dogs three meals a day. They are the world's most perfect food. A great hot dog appeals to all of your senses. Taste and smell, obviously, but when you bite into a good hot dog, with a natural casing, you hear a satisfying "crack" as your mouth explodes with flavor. Don't put a good hot dog in those awful top-split hot dog rolls - use the side split 'frankfurter' rolls. They have more crust, and contribute more flavor to your hot dog experience. </div><br /><div>Jack's dogs aren't natural casing, so they just can't qualify as the best I've ever had - but that's not why you go to Jack's, anyway. Don't get me wrong, the hot dogs are great, but you're there for the atmosphere and the history.</div><br /><div>The place is little more than a hole in the wall - a slot with a counter running down the center, 10 seats on one side, and a galley-sized kitchen on the other. The menu is ultra-uncomplicated: hot dogs, cheese dogs, chili cheese dogs, hamburgers, cheeseburgers, fries, cheese fries, chili cheese fries... you get the idea. Fast food.</div><br /><div>If you're sitting at the counter, you better not be the kind who can't eat with someone standing behind you - there will be several people standing along the inside wall, waiting for their take-out orders or waiting for a seat to open up. Jack is busy.</div><br /><div>The place looks like it hasn't changed much since about 1950. I was there for lunch with my father, who said he hadn't been there in about 55 years. The biggest change, he said, was in the preparation. Apparently, 55 years ago, there was a hot dog cook with a certain flair. The condiments were applied with flat wooden sticks - tongue depressors. This particular cook applied the relish and mustard with one smooth, fast, stroke; dipping into the mustard, and almost throwing it into the bun with a flick of the wrist. </div><br /><div>Quite a show. But even without the entertainment, Jack's Hot Dog Stand was a great experience. And I just found out there's another hot dog place in North Adams - the Hot Dog Ranch. Next week, yeehaww!</div>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-11796277069835950032007-09-17T23:06:00.000-04:002007-09-17T23:26:41.193-04:00How about a little digital astrophotography?So this is how I spent a chilly Monday evening. After photographing a gory looking Deerfield Valley Rescue training scenario, I kept the camera mounted on the tripod and took a few shots of the night sky. I've been wanting to try some astrophotography, tonight was my first stab at it. <br />I also shot some B&W film in a few longer shots - several minutes - which should yield some nice star trails when I develop them.<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Ru9BdMLYR6I/AAAAAAAAArc/OzYYTuDYgRo/s1600-h/Astro1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111376071829768098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Ru9BdMLYR6I/AAAAAAAAArc/OzYYTuDYgRo/s400/Astro1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ursa Major, the Big Dipper. If you look closely you'll see an oscillating line bisecting the Dipper's handle - an airplane was flying overhead while I was taking the shot. If you click on the photo, you'll see a larger version with more detail. This photo was taken with about 30 seconds exposure.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Ru9BdcLYR7I/AAAAAAAAArk/eK7k9_ZrviE/s1600-h/Astro3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111376076124735410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Ru9BdcLYR7I/AAAAAAAAArk/eK7k9_ZrviE/s400/Astro3.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>This is a 15-second shot straight overhead. That's an apple tree in the lower left. What I found fascinating about this shot is the color - the sensor picks up each star's color, something the human eye isn't very good at in the dark. Click on the photo and you'll notice some of the stars are blue, others red, and some white. <br /></p><br /><div align="left">These were taken in my back yard, right in downtown Wilmington. Imagine how spectacular these shots would be if they were taken away from the lights of Main Street. Next time, a better location. And maybe some more equipment.</div>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-16514301879207992272007-09-13T22:14:00.000-04:002007-09-13T23:39:06.370-04:00Early morning, post rainAfter weeks of dry weather, the recent rain greened things up around the valley. A mist was rising along the Deerfield River and the Wheeler Farm early this morning (well, 7 am is early for me). On this morning's drive, the Deerfield Valley reminded me a little bit of Ireland, my once and future home: cool, damp, and a thousand shades of green. <br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Run6I8LYR0I/AAAAAAAAAqs/HwLGEfloSWs/s1600-h/WheelerFarm10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109890283728291650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Run6I8LYR0I/AAAAAAAAAqs/HwLGEfloSWs/s400/WheelerFarm10.jpg" border="0" /></a> The fresh green of the field contrasts nicely with the red barn.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Run6J8LYR1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/U9Zc4VxQzv0/s1600-h/WheelerFarm07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109890300908160850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Run6J8LYR1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/U9Zc4VxQzv0/s400/WheelerFarm07.jpg" border="0" /></a> The angle of the sun was such that the sun struck the cows, but left the trees in shadow.<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Run6KcLYR2I/AAAAAAAAAq8/FtBgcqvg2u8/s1600-h/WheelerFarm11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109890309498095458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Run6KcLYR2I/AAAAAAAAAq8/FtBgcqvg2u8/s400/WheelerFarm11.jpg" border="0" /></a>Mist rising off the hillside </p><p><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Run6LcLYR4I/AAAAAAAAArM/WttitZeEJbg/s1600-h/WheelerFarm05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109890326677964674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Run6LcLYR4I/AAAAAAAAArM/WttitZeEJbg/s400/WheelerFarm05.jpg" border="0" /></a>The sun glinting off the silos. </p><p><br /></p><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Run7asLYR5I/AAAAAAAAArU/aWwLp1rGTM4/s1600-h/WheelerFarm03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109891688182597522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/Run7asLYR5I/AAAAAAAAArU/aWwLp1rGTM4/s400/WheelerFarm03.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Mist rising off the Deerfield.<br /></p>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-44383534660442690012007-09-07T15:51:00.000-04:002007-09-07T16:17:24.460-04:00By RequestThis Luna moth was spotted outside our offices in Wilmington. The Luna moth is beautful, but its adult lifespan is tragically short: about 7 days. So, enjoy them when you see them. <br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RuGsryVUPzI/AAAAAAAAAoc/TRjvNaleWPQ/s1600-h/IMGP0549.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107553320660385586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RuGsryVUPzI/AAAAAAAAAoc/TRjvNaleWPQ/s400/IMGP0549.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RuGssSVUP0I/AAAAAAAAAok/FgCW9BapGhk/s1600-h/IMGP0551.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107553329250320194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RuGssSVUP0I/AAAAAAAAAok/FgCW9BapGhk/s400/IMGP0551.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-89732144499689288542007-09-07T14:02:00.000-04:002007-09-07T15:47:48.648-04:00Goldenrod<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The goldenrod is in bloom along Route 100, across the Deerfield River from Adams Farm. Goldenrod signals the end of summer and, for many, it also signals the beginning of the fall allergy season. Many allergy sufferers think it is the colorful and copious goldenrod blooms that are responsible for their misery, but few people are actually allergic to goldenrod. The real culprit is ragweed, a non-descript plant that grows along roadsides and in fields. Ragweed blooms at the same time as goldenrod, but its "flowers" are green and blend in with surrounding vegetation.</span><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RuGitiVUPwI/AAAAAAAAAoE/86H_1qE1q7s/s1600-h/Goldenrod09.jpg"><span style="font-size:0;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107542355608878850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RuGitiVUPwI/AAAAAAAAAoE/86H_1qE1q7s/s400/Goldenrod09.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RuGitCVUPuI/AAAAAAAAAn0/mtZKr6kJ88I/s1600-h/Goldenrod18.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107542347018944226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RuGitCVUPuI/AAAAAAAAAn0/mtZKr6kJ88I/s400/Goldenrod18.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RuGitSVUPvI/AAAAAAAAAn8/j5M2R7LlyRo/s1600-h/Goldenrod05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107542351313911538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RuGitSVUPvI/AAAAAAAAAn8/j5M2R7LlyRo/s400/Goldenrod05.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RuGityVUPxI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ENsSGrQpi6M/s1600-h/Goldenrod15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107542359903846162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RuGityVUPxI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ENsSGrQpi6M/s400/Goldenrod15.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RuGqDiVUPyI/AAAAAAAAAoU/cz3rbLlsQFQ/s1600-h/ragweed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107550430147395362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RuGqDiVUPyI/AAAAAAAAAoU/cz3rbLlsQFQ/s400/ragweed.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> Ragweed<br /></p>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-54072067766975055182007-08-13T16:25:00.000-04:002007-08-31T13:28:49.662-04:00A new start.If anyone is still looking at iSquangle (hey, post a message, and let me know you're out there, would you?) you may notice that I've deleted a few posts. The bears, as wonderful as they are, took up too much of my time. And, as a result, I ended up abandoning iSquangle.<br />I'm taking iSquangle back to its original purpose - as an outlet for my photography and a showcase for what makes Southern Vermont a great place to live or visit.<br /><br />Here are a few photos to get started with. These were taken several weeks ago on Shearer Hill. I was on my way home from an evening meeting of the Halifax and Whitingham school boards. I've been over this road a thousand times and, although this particular farm is always one of the visual highlights, I had never seen it like this, shrouded in mist.<br /><br />If you look at the photo files closely, you can see a lot of "noise" in them. That's because I had my camera set at ISO 3200, and the mist was quite thick and reflective.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RthNWHZlbvI/AAAAAAAAAnM/JBRbPbSFrHg/s1600-h/ShearerHill03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104915219963277042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RthNWHZlbvI/AAAAAAAAAnM/JBRbPbSFrHg/s400/ShearerHill03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RthNWXZlbwI/AAAAAAAAAnU/dicPooAXpFg/s1600-h/ShearerHill02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104915224258244354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RthNWXZlbwI/AAAAAAAAAnU/dicPooAXpFg/s400/ShearerHill02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RthNWXZlbxI/AAAAAAAAAnc/DZaebBUd8_A/s1600-h/ShearerHill01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104915224258244370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RthNWXZlbxI/AAAAAAAAAnc/DZaebBUd8_A/s400/ShearerHill01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RthNWnZlbyI/AAAAAAAAAnk/a_5uVBpqmcM/s1600-h/ShearerHill04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104915228553211682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RthNWnZlbyI/AAAAAAAAAnk/a_5uVBpqmcM/s400/ShearerHill04.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RthNWnZlbzI/AAAAAAAAAns/vRfqsLqg6-4/s1600-h/ShearerHill05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104915228553211698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RthNWnZlbzI/AAAAAAAAAns/vRfqsLqg6-4/s400/ShearerHill05.jpg" border="0" /></a>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-64957307304019379412007-05-29T16:26:00.000-04:002007-05-29T16:41:07.316-04:00Fire destroys Whitingham barn<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyN-cotYUI/AAAAAAAAAh0/_fQw8s5U9Fc/s1600-h/TwitchellFire55.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070083384490680642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyN-cotYUI/AAAAAAAAAh0/_fQw8s5U9Fc/s400/TwitchellFire55.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />By Mike Eldred<br />WHITINGHAM- Fire completely destroyed two barns at Clyde Twitchell’s Town Hill Road farm Wednesday morning.<br />Firefighters from Whitingham, Wilmington, Halifax, and Readsboro rushed to the scene to battle the blaze, but Whitingham Fire Chief Stanley Janovsky said it was already too late to save the structure by the time firefighters arrived. "It was pretty close to fully involved already," he said. "We knew we were going to lose the barn, so we concentrated on defensive action to protect the house and other buildings near the barn."<br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyN-cotYVI/AAAAAAAAAh8/znCwjFWNMTs/s1600-h/TwitchellFire09.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070083384490680658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyN-cotYVI/AAAAAAAAAh8/znCwjFWNMTs/s400/TwitchellFire09.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Twitchell’s property sits at the top of a long hill with a constant rise. Knowing there was no water source on the property, Janovsky instructed the first units at the scene to drop four-inch hose from nearby ponds to the top of the hill. Janovsky says one of the runs was about a half-mile in length. The distance was long enough that Readsboro firefighters had to station a pumper truck in the middle of the run to keep up water pressure.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyN-sotYWI/AAAAAAAAAiE/XJr72rWb3Ws/s1600-h/TwitchellFire16.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070083388785647970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyN-sotYWI/AAAAAAAAAiE/XJr72rWb3Ws/s400/TwitchellFire16.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The strategy worked, and, although the barns were lost, firefighters had enough water to keep the flames under control and protect Twitchell’s house and other outbuildings. "Water wasn’t a problem, once we got it established, we never ran out," Janovsky said. "But there was so much fuel in the barn."<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyN-sotYXI/AAAAAAAAAiM/O9otOEGYNaw/s1600-h/TwitchellFire13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070083388785647986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyN-sotYXI/AAAAAAAAAiM/O9otOEGYNaw/s400/TwitchellFire13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The fire destroyed an older barn, as well as a larger, more modern barn that Twitchell says he built himself, using lumber harvested and cut on the property. Twitchell said the fire was just showing when he called 911, but by the time he got back outside, flames had already advanced halfway down the larger of the two barns.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyNKcotYPI/AAAAAAAAAhM/lmWGUcCzyPU/s1600-h/TwitchellFire50.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070082491137482994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyNKcotYPI/AAAAAAAAAhM/lmWGUcCzyPU/s400/TwitchellFire50.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Janovsky said the new barn was full of the extended family’s belongings, from cars, boats, and snowmobiles to tractors and other farming equipment. Some antique tractors and equipment had been carefully restored. "I think they were able to save one boat," Janovsky noted.<br />The fire on Town Hill Road is the second barn fire in Whitingham in less than a week, both from the same cause – lightning. A fire damaged a barn at the Corse farm on Thursday night, although firefighters were able to save the main barn from significant damage.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyNKsotYQI/AAAAAAAAAhU/szlp8UMjMi8/s1600-h/TwitchellFire52.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070082495432450306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyNKsotYQI/AAAAAAAAAhU/szlp8UMjMi8/s400/TwitchellFire52.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Janovsky says the state fire marshal confirmed that Wednesday morning’s fire was started by a lightning strike from a storm that hit the area during the early morning hours. "It must have struck between 1 and 3 am, which was when a storm came through," Janovsky said. "The fire must have been smoldering all that time waiting to catch some air." A light, but steady wind blew across the hill Wednesday morning, and the fire found its air.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyNKsotYRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/qOUVjC5I9Tk/s1600-h/TwitchellFire32.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070082495432450322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyNKsotYRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/qOUVjC5I9Tk/s400/TwitchellFire32.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Wilmington and Halifax firefighters assisted at the scene, while Readsboro and Halifax teams kept pumping water from nearby ponds. Whitingham Ambulance also provided assistance at the scene. The Rowe, MA, fire department provided cover at the Whitingham Fire Station, and a Wilmington engine provided cover at the Jacksonville station. </div><div><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyNK8otYSI/AAAAAAAAAhk/chVN5yQKw5c/s1600-h/TwitchellFire27.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070082499727417634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyNK8otYSI/AAAAAAAAAhk/chVN5yQKw5c/s400/TwitchellFire27.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyNK8otYTI/AAAAAAAAAhs/dlVSOqjquwA/s1600-h/TwitchellFire23.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070082499727417650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlyNK8otYTI/AAAAAAAAAhs/dlVSOqjquwA/s400/TwitchellFire23.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2461252605569673625.post-70487136362696015232007-05-22T19:23:00.000-04:002007-05-22T19:29:56.705-04:00Johnny Angel<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlN7ysotX9I/AAAAAAAAAe8/B_9tJ9ekXL0/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067530116627521490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GKuynvnwr_U/RlN7ysotX9I/AAAAAAAAAe8/B_9tJ9ekXL0/s400/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /></a> No, Representative John Moran of Wardsboro isn't stumping for votes in the hereafter. He's addressing voters at Readsboro's Town Meeting. Although he appears to be wearing wings, it's only a trick of the camera - the wings belong to an eagle painted on the Readsboro School gymnasium wall. <br /><br /><div></div>Mike Eldredhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10513982268508737046noreply@blogger.com