Lincoln

In the heart of Addison County, Vermont, lies Lincoln, a postcard town rich with history. 

Lincoln is literally nestled in the Green Mountains. To get to Lincoln, you must take a harrowing journey up four miles of tight two-lane road following the perfect rushing waters of the New Haven River.

As you round the corner into the town, in the center lies the Lincoln General Store, a relic from the early 1990s. When you walk in, the creak of the door and smile of the storekeeper fills you with a warmth equal to that of the heat of the store. The hum of old freezers and chatter of residents provides a background noise akin to that of white noise. You can find everything in the General Store; from car oil to fresh produce; from beer to fresh baked goods.

Lincoln’s residents don’t welcome you as you’d expect; rather, Lincoln adopts you. Everyone knows everyone in Lincoln, even if you don’t know them. When you move into town, you’ll likely be greeted with a freshly baked loaf of sourdough bread and an invitation to church on Sunday.

The church, located also in the center of town, is a bastion of Christian love and acceptance. You can always go to the church to find fellowship, community, and welcoming. The deacons of the church receive money from the entire town and use it to benefit the entire town. Gas cards, food cards, firewood, fire pellets, monetary gifts delivered every Christmas totaling upwards of $5,000, and many other public service projects. 

From well-below the poverty line to millionaire, Lincoln is home to all spectrums of life, love, and happiness.