Landgrove

On Thursday, July 3rd, seven intrepid travelers departed on a journey to Vermont. Our little group was diverse with ages ranging from 21 to 82. The group included 3 women and 4 men. At home, the group includes a pastor, a future graduate student in philosophy and theology, a town employee, an employee at the local pharmacy, a process engineer, a student in the arts, and a dedicated volunteer. However, in the mountains of Vermont, each person, in his or her own unique way, became an explorer - an explorer of God's creation, an explorer of God's Word.

For one week, we called the village of Landgrove home. After excursions, we always knew that we had reached Landgrove when the pavement ended and the dirt road began. Landgrove is a place almost on a different time. The pace seems a little bit slower - even as the world around continues to move rapidly forward. Cells phones don't work. Wireless Internet is not available (the posts after July 3rd were written in advance and scheduled for posting) . The backyard is the West River and it is difficult to escape the sounds of the river. At night, the darkness permeates in such a way that it is not possible to see someone walking directly in front of you. In moments of quiet, some hear strange music. Some rest on the rocks of the river as cool drops of rain pelt the flesh. Some explore the library of books dating back to the late 1700s. Some bask in the glory of the stars as they penetrate the darkness.

This is Landgrove.