Late yesterday afternoon Fred and I headed out for a short walk. Just as we were going down our driveway, a state police car pulled up. We knew the trooper, David Upson - he came to investigate when we reported hearing some kind of explosion one night a few years ago. He couldn't find anything wrong anywhere that night, so we decided it was probably a sonic boom - but the Vermont National Guard denied any activity, so we forgot about it. Yesterday he told us he later found out the Guard WAS conducting night-flying maneuvers that night. But that wasn't what he was here to talk about yesterday. He asked if we knew who anything about the pickup truck that was over the bank below our house. We hadn't even realized it was there. He ran the number and found out it belonged to a logger in Glover or some place - someone he knew - so he said he'd check him out to be sure he was ok. We chatted a bit and then he left.

We walked down the road and found the truck, a white pickup, was over the bank just past Randall's driveway, in almost the exact same spot Cecil Metcalf went off at a couple years ago. Why that truck didn't roll over, I cannot imagine. It was really seriously tipped.

We went along about our walk and when we got home it was getting pretty dark, so we decideded we'd get a picture for the blog early this morning. However, this morning the truck was gone! How or when it was removed we have no idea. We didn't hear or see a thing. Apparently they came and got it either very late at night or very early this morning. Long story short, I don't have a picture.

That's a very straight stretch of road and the tire tracks indicated he went straight in - it looked like he didn't brake and there was no evidence a soft shoulder pulled him over. I suspect the driver may have dozed off or had some sort of health issue. We'll probably never know, but I hope he's ok.