We found this strange spiral of stones in the middle of a North Carolina field. “Welcome to Hartleyhenge,” said Scotty.
“I’m not even sure if Hartleyhenge is the real name,” he admitted, “but that’s what we call it around here.” There’s no sign, and no information. A friend of Scotty’s, John Hartley, built it years ago. There were poems by Rumi, Wendell Berry, and Carl Sandberg printed on the rocks. “I go among trees and sit still,” reads one poem, while another urges, “Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace.”
We didn’t have any beer, but it was a perfect spot to drink. Instead, we just peed in the bushes behind the rocks. At least we were a disgrace.
I can’t find it on a map, but it’s somewhere on Old-86. North of Carrboro. Lovely.