Saturday, June 23, 2012. RockFire in Websterville, Vermont.
Take Interstate-89 to exit 6, drive for 10 minutes down a hill then up a hill, past Rock of Ages and you’ve arrived at a pure slice of Vermont-Heaven. Amazing views everywhere you stand, and breathtaking quarries tucked amongst the trees. It is a magical place, and when you pair music, arts, and fire with the solstice, the mountains really seem to come alive. RockFire, it really was an “elemental experience.”
My Mother-in-law was fortunate enough to grow up on this land, and our family is so very lucky her brother Pierre has a vision for this historic and environmental treasure. He runs Millstone Hill, a touring and recreation center, as well as a bed & breakfast of the same name, and he’sÂ spear-heading a fundraising effort to purchase and preserveÂ 400 acres of Barreâs unique Historic Quarry landsÂ for public use. This event was the perfect example of why it is so important to keep the same land his father worked on pristine for our future generations, and for that I am thankful.Â I’m also thankful that I was a part of this unique event, to experience its wonder, to celebrate and appreciate Vermont’s historical natural beauty.
The photographs honestly don’t do it justice, you’ll just have to see for yourself next year. But until then, check out my Husband Jaime’s piece on WPTZÂ here.
Bread & PuppetÂ (left), and over a dozen musicians rocked the hillside under the tent.
The tent as seen from the Grand Lookout.
Gampo’s sculpture, “Sentry.” I look forward to documenting its progress through the years.
Heather Â Ritchie (left) & Ryan Mays. They look as if they were meant to be there all along…
As the sun starts to set, the clouds dissipate and the skies transform in sherbet-colored hues. (Grand Lookout.)
Barre starts to twinkle below, as volunteers place and light 800+ luminaries.
The trails start to twinkle as well, and the fire keepers build bonfires along the paths and atop the quarries.
The granite takes on a golden hue as the torches light the artwork that dances with the flickering flames.
A biker stops to chat with a fire keeper, discussing The Sentry, which now seems so much bigger at night (left.) Tea lights placed in nooks and crannies in a granite wall behind a sculpture.
Antionette Jacobson’s fire organ. You must see it to believe it, and of course hear it. I really loved this, and how it s sounds reverberated through the forest.
A perfect closing to the evening were the sky lanterns. Instead of taking a ton of pictures, I spent most of my time just watching the flaming dots get smaller until they looked like little yellow stars.