Wilton

Grey

Dialectical Hermeticist
Maine, for all it's deep woods and harsh winters, has a long history of human inhabitation. Of course, the Red Paint People lived near the bountiful sea. The Susquehanna didn't come so far north. The Wabanaki nations still live 'round that northern intersection of states and countries today.


Wilton's something of an aberration, in that regard. Between the Acadian French living up towards New Brunswick (or outlaws of no-nation and Acadian ancestry still living in the wilder parts, like they're still running moonshine) and a number of Métis people that whole region is a deceptive melting pot, but Wilton - for all the help it was on the Underground Railroad - ain't got much time for outsiders. Not that they see them often. Settled a little later than it's siblings by primarily English and Dutch immigrants and passed back-n-forth during hostilities between Aroostok and Penobscot, they don't feel much specific loyalty to anyone except maybe the USA, in an abstract way.


Means some folk carry grudges from last century 'cause their daddy told 'em to.  You mention the Make America Great Again signs on some lawns and most locals get a little sheepish.


Rough Layout


You enter town, for what it is, from the southeast.  A long road with a steep slide into a wooded valley on your left and steep, wooded slope on your right. Mudslide warnings every fifty feet, some of them rusted through or fallen.  Petey's gas station is the first sign of human life you hit, five minutes later you're on the edge of main street and passing Louise's Diner - technically open 24 hours, if you can tolerate all the teenagers and Molly Hapscombe taking twenty minutes to cook a burger. 


Old Town isn't too populated; a long stretch of road flanked by Dr. Potters clinic, the elementary school, highschool (Go Wolverines!), the library, town hall, sheriff's department (small and not well funded, but better than nothing), Remy's Bait & Hunting Supplies, a few general stores, and Winona Lewis' Videodrome (named after some old movie, she's about the only person in town you can buy modern electronics from and has done pretty well for herself between movies, videogames, and whatever else she can get in). Can't forget Everett's Tavern, either - only place to get a drink if you're not buying from Everett's Liquor Store and going home.


Beyond that, you get into something like a suburb, and then old logging territory turned inadequate farmland scattered with old farmhouses still inhabited. Whole area used to be a good spot for the fur trade, so a lot of more isolated homes used to belong to trappers. 
 

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