Live blogging at the corner of 114 and 5 in the Northeast Kingdom of VT:
Men in trucks, couples in sedans and SUVs pull up to the light and cock their heads, Labrador Retriever-like, at the odd man with the laptop and fatigued look in his eyes. A full day of driving unwinds as the road names creep into the subconscious. I took a left on a road called Lost Nation. There was no power, most of the year round homes were solar, large boulders dotted the shoulder of the dirt road, a cascading waterfall ran perpendicular. There was a presence in those woods that felt both smothering and comforting at once.
An unfortunately named mechanic proudly displayed his moniker: DAVID DETH – MACHINIST. A smile rolls onto the lips as the tires peak a hill and roll down. Pulling into town I discover that even here there is a Starbucks. The snowboarder behind the counter asked for my order three times with a glazed look in his eye and said, sorry man – Brain Like A Sieve.