The “Ingomar’s fortune” cover photo was great, and it was a well-written article (see Feb. 2). Nice mix of past and present, and tying the very forces of “progress” that created towns like this to the slow withering of so many now.
As a New Englander, like the author, I really honed in on his note about the last time he felt the way he did sleeping in Ingomar was by the ocean, and Susan Webber’s thoughts about how bigger places can be overwhelming.
I was telling someone today how in 1982, when I first arrived here, I was walking on Main Street and a stranger passed me and said “Hi” with a smile. I turned around to see whom it was they were greeting. Of course, there was nobody else there. I’ve never forgotten that moment.
I grew up on the South Shore in Massachusetts, one town in from the sea. One reason I’ve stayed here is that the mountains remind me of the sea—a vast open space with very few humans in it. And to get into that space, I only need a pair of boots and a backpack, not a pricey boat.
Pulling out and highlighting the thread of Susan’s emotions was very poignant. And there was a good eye behind the camera. I appreciated the map, as I still don’t know this vast state very well.