Castleton

The Bibical injunction is "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house," but I sin that sin every time I ride about Vermont.

Charles Edward Crane, “Let Me Show You Vermont”

Castleton is home to one of our state's small public colleges (originally one of the country's first medical schools) as well as the locus of about the nicest possible assortment of nineteenth century architecture.

The town has a long and storied history. In 1775 Ethan Allen and a large pack of Green Mountain boys galloped down Main Street, no doubt much to the alarm and disgust of the staid Tory residents, and over brews at the Remington tavern plotted their attack on the British at Fort Ticonderoga. The rest is history, as they say. . . .

Castleton continued to grow as a farming community following the war and during the nineteenth century the slate and marble industries thrived. Lovely nearby Lake Bomoseen became a vacation mecca with luxury hotels and trolley service to town (a transportation innovation whose time, I’m hoping, will come again!)

Industry and agriculture flourished, and residents along Main Street replaced log cabins with dignified Federal and Greek Revival mansions. Some of the most remarkable were built by homegrown architectural wunderkind Thomas Dake, especially famous for the elegance of his residential staircases.

Fires, the scourge of pre-electrical civilization, devastated much of the town's center in the early twentieth century, and Castleton's prosperity subsequently declined. But even so, it remains one of the loveliest villages in the state, and I'd argue with any New Yorker that no town over their border (just seven miles away) can compare.