Vermont is a strange state. Something of a cross between Switzerland and Kentucky, is a mass of contradictions. Home to rich and poor, hippie and reactionary, mud and scenery, Vermont is famous for being an odd little corner of America. It's also famous for its covered bridges and home to most of my family, and this is a story about both of those things. When I lived in … [Read more...] about Farewell to the Bartonsville Covered Bridge