A ride home held this magnificent sunset. No photo manipulation either; this is as good as it gets. And while I was admiring the sky, again I noticed the pointed building, appearing 1950s-big-brother-is-watching-kind-of-spooky like a needle on the horizon. The creep factor is heightened also by its off limits status at the end of a dirt road. I've wondered whether it was once a private airport. It has a commanding view east to the Green Mountains and west across the lake to New York.
On second thought, the building also resembles a mid-western burger drive-in or stone age house—something from The Flintstones, perhaps? My mind cranks through possibilities. How about a diner? Insert chuckle.
|Photo credit: Seven Days|
So, now I know. That conical/comical structure guides travelers, like me, in for a safe landing.