(somebody let me know the safest place to host a photo album these days)
It was a hastily planned road trip to hop around the Northeast and we didn't even know we were down the road from it. It was a pleasant surprise.
It's a shitty (but pretty) overpriced tourist town now, of course, for unrelated reasons you can read the wiki about. He was originally trying to make into an early utopian commune for freed slaves. Once at the massive rough stone cairn he was buried in we both begged him to stop moldering and come back and clean house. We promised we'd bring him whichever magic sword he wanted (hey it's a different time. maybe he would prefer the isikai slaver slayer or the Bolivar sword or just a well forged katana)
There were stories about various labor, social justice and pro-Palestine activists surrounding the grave which was really cool. More socialists/leftists then libs in that exhibit which was refreshing. The property was gorgeous except for the stupid ski lift visible over the trees. The state ranger/caretaker was an incredibly friendly old New England beard guy housed a few dozen yards away. He seemed to have a great gig and our dog tried to ride off with him in his cart.
If you are either the caretaker or he's your cool uncle let him/yourself know he's cool (and the only good type of cop).
