Yes, i must've died and now move backward to make up for lost time...i spent a week and heaven almost and now, though i sit weeks later listening to Clinic circus music-ever creepier as she grows-in a different but shockingly similar (albeit slightly more cumbersome) adulthood, i really, really wanted to share this haven for my lonely brain and my "wish i were a writer" soul....(HOLY GAWD, just started listening to Clark's "Turning Dragon"...HOLY HOLY Holy...) So i house-sat, alright? i house-sat for my friend the bear who'd jaunted off to Provincetown to a festival of bear-ish proportions...they needed someone to collect their mail and water their numerous plants...i needed a place in the middle of nowhere on top of a mountain to run away to...course, when does one not need this? almost an hour out of my way, i rearranged my work schedule so i could get every bit of everything i needed from this Vermont wonderland.
This is the entrance to one side of the walkway to their expansive woodland property, i love it because it looks strikingly similar to the entrance to the Pet Semetary (I can pick about 10..mmm...maybe 12 horror movies out from every corner of their land). I got there around 3:00 pm on a Sunday afternoon...so quiet and hazy, it had rained and i HAD to walk down these shaded paths of doom...
peeling birches and silent birds, i waited for some pitter patter of some murderous foot steps to bring their body to wrap its hands around my throat...nah, it'd have to be a stabbing implement...definately more of a Jason or a Michael. 
Then, if you've followed me, you come upon this mountainside where all the trees seem to have been mowed down but the land remains undeveloped, and up on the other side, there's a neighbor! a neighbor with dogs who yipped unnecessarily in my direction, so after stealing this shot i ran. i ran back up toward the other entrance to the Pet Semetary, which, had it been there, was most likely where the dogs barked-angry because "dead is better" (>.<)
Then i stumbled upon this...fire pit? That's what the Bear claims, though i suspect he may've been skirting some truths about this place. Crystals in the fire and various stone arrangements plus a whole shelf in the library dedicated to witch craft would lead one to suspect...many things...mu-wa-ah-ah-aaaaaah.....But it freaked me right out when i found it, as i had been introduced to it before but had forgotten its existence.
The wall dividing two towns that's been there for about a century is underneath this fallen tree.
the wall again, leading up and out of the wilderness.
This is the Pet Semetary entrance at sunset. nice, eh?
The view from their front porch.
This is the view OF their front porch FROM their front porch, i just couldn't stop taking those ever-so-difficult-to-make-beautiful sunset photos! forgive me! These photos were all taken different days. the first night i spent watching "The Mist" (which is rather horrible-as any horror fan would know before watching) and looking out into the blackness beyond, listening through the thunder for coyotes but there were none. BUT, i did see these guys DO IT:
They hung leisurely across the porch roof from the doorway, watching me all day, they didn't move at all till dark...then oh yes, did they ever move. and a third one appeared to try and fight for the already impregnated female. I watched the spiders in the lightening and thunder while they had sex and threatened each other with their front legs, doing that cool spider thing where they're all like, "Yeah boy, you wanna piece of me? Whaaah? NO?!! You want a piece of my WOMAN? PSHUH?!! whatever you, jerkie, c'mon, let's go!" but then they didn't kill each other, as all 3 were alive and spunky the next morning...God it was gross. Shortly after the bears returned home, they put a permanent end to my spider soap opera, stating that the creatures were "Too big and gross to live". i would have to agree.
Here is a far less disgusting friend i made. He ran into my foot and looked up at me, then ran under the grill in terror as he realized i am not a tree, but then he popped out in case i wanted to take his picture. no seriously, he sat there like that for like a minute while i fumbled with my camera.
this is just a satellite, on top of one of 3 old, creepy barns i found to be wondrous.
And then i swam in the large, inflatable pool for hours and went home, to my mini Vermont sanctuary, which is trying desperately to compare with this monster of perfection in South Royalton. It was a monumental experience, just pretending i lived there and sleeping in the cold, cold basement, filled with volumes of beat poets, classic Sci-Fi and Wicca...plus every Steven King novel ever...yeah, totally gay, but SO HOT...so spooky and so fiendishly inspiring...yet here i sit, now listening to the hum in my right ear...
