” . . . a vague quality in the hill-crowded countryside with its towering, threatening, close-pressing green and granite slopes hinted at obscure secrets and immemorial survivals which might or might not be hostile to mankind.”
— H. P. Lovecraft, The Whisperer in Darkness
Lovecraft referred specifically to the “green and cryptical hills” of southern Vermont around Brattleboro in his story, but I am happy to appropriate the sentiment for Mount Mansfield, especially when scrabbling about its mist-shrouded slopes.