Due to ongoing death threats, drive-by shootings, kidnappings, lawsuits, federal investigations, vehicle repossessions, and debt collections, the usual fare of literary magazine publication, Numéro Cinq has relocated its headquarters to a hardened bunker somewhere in Vermont. For your edification, a selection of the usual boring Vermont vistas taken from the backdoor, looking west toward Camel’s Hump, the Worcester Mountains, and Mount Mansfield. Also some woodsy shots with dogs. Neighbours report a “small” 300-lb black bear living across the road. DG needs a new camera for this.
The best part is that nobody can find him.
The last time a notable retired to such a mountain eyrie, his name was Adolf, and we all know how THAT ended. (Great photos, however.)
Popped into my mind, too, Pat. I’m staying away from German-sounding names. But even the word “eyrie” is slightly tainted. That guy just ruined so much for the ages.
A long time ago (by human standards) I hiked the Long Trail. The vistas are generic but that beaver pond looks pretty damn familiar. But I used to work in intel and even bamboo shoots under my nails won’t make me give up the coordinates.
Thank you, Anne. A loyal Fiver, true to the end. 🙂
Really? Can’t be the same beaver pond!
Yes. It could be. 😉