The Trouble With Vermont

IMG_2869I have spent the past five months trying to figure out Vermont, without much success. It’s not as easy as you might think, given its reputation for simple, wholesome, back-to-the-land living. Which isn’t to say, exactly, that I don’t like my new home state.

In fact, in many ways Vermont suits me. It is undeniably beautiful; mountains loom in every direction, and I haven’t yet seen them meet the clouds or the light in the same way twice. The food–local, seasonal, sustainable, organic, farm-to-table, small-batch, or whatever–can be fantastic. Vermont also claims to be home to more writers per capita than any other state, giving it a lively literary scene. And there is a vibrant outdoor life, even though for us “polar vortex” is just another way of saying “today’s weather.” I have embraced my inner Eskimo and rediscovered the thrill of downhill skiing, as well as Nordic, snowshoeing, and pond skating.

Mismatched soccer, with a view

Mismatched soccer, with a view

Best of all, Vermonters exude a laid-back unpretentiousness that, as a survivor of the suburban room-parent wars, I find immensely appealing. Playing soccer in the greater Boston area, my 11-year-old once wore the wrong socks to a game and had to sit out until another player could swap with her; in small-town Vermont–oops, that’s redundant–she and her teammates didn’t even all wear the same colorĀ shirts last season. (Note to rabid sports parents: if you want your child to become a star athlete, don’t waste your money on goalie clinics, top-of-the-line equipment, or private trainers; just move to Vermont!) Everything is low key; the fancy, field-to-fork, locally-sourced, etc etc dinner Mr. 70 Percent and I recently enjoyed for his birthday barely broke $100–with wine–and we wore jeans. It’s hard not to appreciate a place that revels in informality, and celebrates quirkiness. (My 6th grader sometimes wears Cookie Monster pajama pants to her new school, without incident.)

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That’s no rug; it’s a buck.

However. As with most places, I have detected a few shortcomings–inconsistencies, really–in Vermont life. For one thing, Vermonters are as obsessed with hunting as they are with inner peace. Even our rabbi hunts. He warned us to sheathe ourselves–and our dogs–in bright orange when exploring the woods during deer season. Walking past a neighbor’s house one day, my eye caught what looked like a tawny rug hanging in front of his garage. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a dead buck, antlers still attached. His 50th conquest. I understand, intellectually, that venison and Vinyasa yoga can go hand in hand, that killing your own food f77764064a983d3a4b01ee5db6ea634c754a2d65b7c2d3d4d4708750383f7c1fmight actually enhance your peace of mind (in the same way slowing your breathing might steady your shooting arm). But emotionally, I just can’t fathom how a population can equally value both practicing child’s pose and pulling the trigger on an unsuspecting animal.

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Definitely one of the good ones

Also, Vermont has done a masterful job of marketing itself as the land of the home-grown, hand-crafted, artisanal cheese/bread/beer/wool/ice cream/honey/candles/pottery/other product of choice. To be sure, there are plenty of top-notch producers in the state, big and small. But let’s be honest: they’re not all on a par with Simon Pearce or Cabot Creamery; there’s a lot of coattail-riding going on. As I told Mr. 70 Percent when he came home from the Farmer’s Market bearing three $8 jars of local salsa, “Just because it’s made in Vermont doesn’t meant it’s better!”

But I think my most disappointing revelation so far is that while Vermonters are very friendly, they seem reluctant to become friends. It’s a state full of socialists who relish privacy, activists who drop everything to help a neighbor in need but steer respectfully clear of one who appears to be doing just fine. Shy, busy, disinterested, or simply loathe to intrude, Vermonters tend to keep timages-4o themselves–a bewildering tradition to an over-sharer like me. At least I know it’s nothing personal; every Vermont transplant I’ve discussed this with nods in agreement. “It took me three years to break in,” said one. “I still cry sometimes,” said another, who’s lived here for eight. As I keep reminding myself, it’s only been five months; it’s bound to get better! But until then, I intend to keep luring my old pals up to snowshoe through the frigid woods (in orange vests) and sample the multitude of local micro-brews. And if all else fails? I’ll just escape to New York as often as possible.

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About Susan H. Greenberg

Susan H. Greenberg spent 22 years as a journalist for Newsweek Magazine. She now works as a writer, editor, teacher, and parent of three children, with whom she strives always to maintain a varnish-free relationship.
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14 Responses to The Trouble With Vermont

  1. Sarah says:

    I truly love Vermont, but you may want to plan an extended vacation during mud season.

  2. Joy says:

    I LOVE this article, but I’m so relaxed I think I’m going to fall asleep. Has Mr. 70% taken up hunting?

  3. Kim says:

    So glad to hear your voice again Sue- been missing your blogging! Who knows maybe one of these posts will generate an actual dinner invitation from a neighbor! :) miss you. Xo

  4. Can you please send some of those deer killers down to my backyard in Dutchess County?

  5. corkybear says:

    Sue- Let’s have a VT get-together! You can get my VT data from Kim– :) Corky

  6. Karen Eichler says:

    Always a pleasure to read your writing, Sue, and especially so to learn of your keen local observations as well.

  7. Linda Tillis says:

    Sue, so glad to see you are blogging again. I have missed them so.

    Linda

  8. Andi says:

    Missed your blog (and you) so much! We’re planning a weekend in your area in February. Will send dates when we’re confirmed. Hopefully it will work out. I’ll bring my snowshoes!

  9. All this time I thought my maple syrup was superior because it was made in Vermont! Great piece, Sue!

  10. Matt Sargent says:

    After 22 years in VT I have to say your observations are incredibly astute… My wife and I finally had to create our own pop-up dinner scene in order to have an occasional semblance of a real social scene. Come check it out sometime if you feel the urge to mix and mingle and your deer hunting brethren are no where to be found! http://www.phantomdinner.com

    • Matt, Phantom Dinner sounds fabulous! Thanks for letting me know about it. You’re not far at all; we will definitely check it out. See you soon–
      All the best,
      Sue

      • Matt Sargent says:

        We’d love to have you, Susan, they are generally a lot of fun, and the food ain’t bad either! Our next one in BTV is a tad on the silly side… it’s a throwback to my hippy, Grateful Dead following days. The food will be serious, but the vibe probably less so. Generally, though, we try to create an evening of nice food, great ambiance (my wife is a master at FOH aesthetics,) and a fun social scene. Look us up on Facebook under Phantom Dinner if you’re interested in the day to day antics. Great blog, glad we met, and maybe we’ll see you at an event sometime. (Also, and you’re getting a bit of a “scoop” here, we’re going to be unveiling a food truck in late Spring/early Summer… keep an eye out.)

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