This is scientifically the longest 20-minute stretch of highway in the world, and my impatience sends me to the Arlington-Sunderland exit. →īut for now we’re northbound on VT 7, from Bennington to Manchester. Do you remember that, Earl? Darien GapĪnd I have only just returned from the completion of my greatest adventure: the total hitchhike of the PanAmerican Highway (Highway 1), and specifically my recent overland solo traversal of the Darien Gap. Jumping my first freight train from right there at the bottom of Union Street hill. I notice that they’ve changed the font on the sign to something close to Copperplate Bold, and I think back to my first album “Hitchhiker’s Songbook,” as well as to such a flood of memories from this state. What makes me do this, I wonder to myself. And here I am just returning from having driven down to Costa Rica and back, having left my Dodge truck with my dad for the five weeks while I took “the trip.” Was that just then? During this lifetime?ĭriving back into the Green Mountains, it’s almost hard to recognize or account for the complete square that I’ve apparently become, to be the one here pulling off the road for a photo of my kids in front of the Vermont sign. The one that goes left forward, and straight. Soon we’re on the cut across from Troy to Bennington. Why is Vermont the place from which I always depart, to begin every new adventure? Because it’s the place that I keep coming back to afterwards.
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