HWFF Folklore: The Ice Cube in the Crown of the Cowboy Hat // ciderdreams

Once upon a time, long after the last glaciers of the Ice Age had retreated, there existed a legendary Cowboy Hat atop the landscape of what we now know as the "Hidden Valley" of West Brookfield, Vermont. This wasn't just any hat; it was a colossal hat, as if crafted by the hands of celestial beings who enjoyed a good, cosmic fashion statement.

In the heart of this hat, nature had orchestrated an astonishing feat – it had captured a great glacier, a remnant of the Ice Age, and nestled it snugly within the crown. This glacier, a timeless behemoth, was locked in a state of suspended animation, patiently awaiting liberation and warmth.

One fateful day, as the sun cast its golden rays upon the landscape, the glacier stirred. The crown of the cowboy hat, now warmed by the touch of sunlight, began to melt the icy giant within. As the glacier awoke from its millennia-long slumber, it started to flow gracefully, like a river of frozen time, down the brim of the hat.

As the glacier descended, it sculpted the land beneath it, carving out valleys and steppes in its wake. The earth itself bowed to the majestic power of this frozen traveler, reshaping the Vermont landscape into a testament to the geological dance between time, and water.

But this wasn't just a story of raw power; it was also a tale of fertility, and abundance. As the glacier melted, it left behind a trail of mineral-rich soil – a gift to the land. This soil, nurtured by the ancient ice, became the cradle for some of the most complexly tannic wild apples and grapes in all of Vermont.

The apple orchards, bathed in the shadow of the glacier's path, flourished. The crisp mountain air and the unique composition of the glacial soil imparted a distinct character to the apples. Cider makers from all over New England reveled in the flavors of the apples of The Hidden Valley, crafting libations that echoed the tale of the glacier's journey from the crown of the great. cosmic Cowboy Hat.

And so, the legend of the glacier in the Cowboy Hat became woven into the fabric of Vermont's landscape – a story told by the cider and wine enthusiasts around warm fires, celebrating the union of earth, ice, and the timeless artistry of nature. 

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