Bread Loaf Mountain

Bread Loaf Mountain is a mountain located in Addison County, Vermont, in the Green Mountain National Forest. The mountain is part of the central Green Mountains. Bread Loaf Mountain is flanked to the northeast by Mount Wilson, part of Vermont's Presidential Range.

The southeast end of Bread Loaf Mountain drains into the headwaters of the White River, thence into the Connecticut River which drains into Long Island Sound in Connecticut. The east side of Bread Loaf Mountain drains into the headwaters of the New Haven River, thence into Otter Creek, Lake Champlain, Canada's Richelieu River, the Saint Lawrence River, and ultimately into the Gulf of Saint Lawrence. The northern part of the west side of Bread Loaf Mountain drains into Blue Bank Brook, thence into the New Haven River. The southern part of the west side of Bread Loaf Mountain. drains into Sparks Brook and the Middle Branch of the Middlebury River, thence into the Middlebury River and Otter Creek.

The Long Trail, a 272-mile (438 km) hiking trail running the length of Vermont, crosses Bread Loaf. It runs up the southern part of the mountain's summit ridge, then doubles back to the east, meeting the Emily Proctor Trail from South Lincoln at the Emily Proctor Shelter, then continuing on to Mt. Wilson. The true summit is reached by a spur path from the Long Trail which leads northeast to an outlook.

Bread Loaf Mountain gives its name to Middlebury College's Bread Loaf School of English and the Bread Loaf Writers' Conference located 4 miles (6.4 km) southeast.

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