Mud season, RIP

Flatlanders who've moved here within the past 10 years have no idea how bad a spring road can be, but they still love to play the martyr. "Oh my garsh, I can barely make it down in the morning, but in the afternoon the road is terrible, just terrible. Takes me forever to get home. Good thing I just had a fabulous yoga class, or I'd be a wreck."

I don't like to burst the bubbles of flatlanders, so I don't mention that us old timers used to enter the Mountain Road between mid-March and mid-April wondering if we'd make it home-not when we'd make it home.

The softness of the old-style Vermont spring roads used to make life difficult. It wasn't too much fun getting mired up to your running boards in thick, stanky mud. But the softness of those roads hardened us, made us tough, and separated us from anyone not from here.

That was then, this is now.

Now, changes, natural and man-made, are stealing a good bit of what made us all feel like Vermonters (and Elmore Mountain Road's claim to fame).

Mud. Rest in Peace mud seasons of old.

This is all not the beginning of the end. The end began long ago-with the beginning.

Rusty DeWees tours Vermont and Northern New York with his act "The Logger." His column appears weekly. He can be reached at rustyd@pshift.com. Listen for The Logger, Rusty DeWees, Thursdays at 7:40 on the Big Station, 98.9 WOKO or visit his website at www.thelogger.com

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