Opposed Searsburg wind
I hate industrial wind. Today (Sept. 19) is a sad day. With great pride Governor Shumlin and a small group of people way more important than me will make their way to the edge of the National Forest to cut a ribbon and dig a celebratory shovel of dirt. But there will be no celebration in my house. This is the end of a decade long fight against the desecration of a black bear filled wilderness in the Green Mountain National Forest. The place where 28,000 Bear clawed beech trees were found. The last of the best places. Quiet, remote and untrodden by the feet and wheels of man. The place where clean air and water are made and then gently flow down the ravine, over the mossy dripping rocks and through the stand of hemlock to the drainage below. Where once a heavy horned whitetail buck crept... now...the first charges of the half million pounds of dynamite will be detonated. It's the only way into the land we set aside to be forever wild. These woods, non renewable. Excavators, concrete, 18 wheelers and steel will make sure of that. The army of regulars have lost a very significant battle in a war. Our arms drop to our sides. Shoulders slump and faces cast downward. We were never silent, we were never just a few, this is not a case of too little too late, but we were never important in the "approved to fast track" world of industrial profit from dominating the planet.
— Justin Turco Ira