Late night rural road and gushing water ambience.
So, I have a favorite road, Route 100, in Vermont (especially from around Pico to Waterbury). And obviously, this isn't a trade secret. Route 100 needs no hype, judging by the traffic we wreak in rural Vermont. The road delivers miles of Vermont quaintness: New England churches, cute light festivals, towering trees, and rounded green mountains. Every inch is a photo op.
Route 100 dominated my college years for bar and ski traffic. I used 100 when going home to the 518 or returning to Norwich University. Windows down whenever possible to smell the Earth.
We would park on the side of 100 and venture into the woods for the Warren Falls with a portable grill and a bunch of 40s. The falls gush water into chest-high pools you can wade through, and for those looking to impress, the falls offer rock formations you can flip off of and hope to wow someone. In my increasing age I am recognizing that the women I tried to impress probably just wrote me off as foolish — but in my defense there is at least a mythological precedent in the Appalachians for launching off of rock formations in front of women.
Lately, my Route 100 experience has revolved around alumni weekends, and I've been exploring things I missed when I was there in the 90s (we will have a Moss Glenn Falls podcast coming soon).
This recording is Route 100 in the Stowe area from a favorite lodge (The Warren Lodge) — next to a bridge over gushing water. And thank y'all for letting me set up my mic on the premises!
And for some house cleaning — I would like to announce the uncommon ambience, YouTube channel. I will start adding a video to accompany the audio on many of my favorite episodes, so give us a thumbs up, subscribe, and whatnot.