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Monday, May 29, 2006
The World As NTodd And The Boyz Found It
Nora was musing in comments about being able to define how much lawn one has, and I got to thinking about how different life is in rural Vermont from where many of my readers live. Figured I might as well give folks the fifty cent tour:
- Here's a little aerial of where we wander--courtesy of TerraServer (before they started charging for higher-res shots), this is what our neck of the woods looked like just a few days after I closed on the house back in '95.
- Red box is our property more or less--2 acres, mostly woods or meadow. Yellow box inside that is our house and garage. SW and NW are bounded by remnants of a stone wall.
- Atlas and Patrick are two of Mex's canine friends. I haven't gotten pics of them yet. Mason is the local troublemaker and probably Mex's best friend, natch.
- The school is where Mex and I play a lot. The white splotch closest to our woods is one of the baseball diamonds. If you drew a line for the SE corner of our house to the diamond, that would roughly be the path we take to get to the schoolyard, where we sometimes find interesting things.
- The Meadow is our favorite place for adventures. Sam sometimes tags along, and sometimes we'll see creepy trees (this one finally fell down last autumn), cool toadstools, and lovely stars.
- The bog is where our road gets its name. Sometimes we see ducks in there, and there's also a beaver that pretty much everybody else has seen. I haven't.
- Mex has been to the swimming hole, but hasn't taken a dip yet. It was Cairo's favorite place to cool off in the summer.
- The Fletcher General Store is, well, a store. All that white area surrounding it is the parking lot. See the little brown "island" in the lot with a white splotch in it? That's where our SLC-96 is located--it's also why I can't get freaking DSL.
- Binghamville Methodist Church is a lovely little place whose bells I can hear toll through my open window in the warmer months. Next to it is the cemetery that gave what everybody calls School Road its original name of Cemetery Road--quite honestly, I'm not sure which is the official E911 designation.
Slow news day, and it's been so warm I haven't felt like doing much, so there ya go...
ntodd
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Comments
Heh. My spot where I grew up, chased catfish and caught frogs is buried under concrete (but I think I've complained about my paradise being covered by a parking lot before). Oh, well.
Posted by: Darryl Pearce | May 29, 2006 9:55:11 PM
What a great neighborhood for boyz. Meadows and woods and schoolyards and bogs and swimmingholes.....
Lucky boyz.
Posted by: flory | May 29, 2006 10:01:02 PM
It all looks so very -- all-American, so Tom-Sawyerish.
I say that without snark. For a change.
Posted by: Nora | May 29, 2006 10:11:03 PM
Is this shot from the NSA satellite hunting you down, NTodd, or from one of those drones that carries laser guided missiles?
(Fun to see the lay of the land though).
Posted by: ellroon | May 30, 2006 12:54:43 PM
DP - but concrete is so natural!
flory - they are indeed lucky. I just wish we could get highspeed Internet.
Nora - it is!
ellroon - this is one of the slides Powell showed at the UN in 2003.
Posted by: NTodd | May 30, 2006 1:02:07 PM



