Thanks for the thead today...I enjoy the Finest tours thru the USA.
Never been to Vermont, but I was in Massachussets for a frozen weekend in February, once...visited a Maple syrup maker, out on the backroads in the Western part of the state...wayyyyyyyy yummy pancakes, that fine day...)
Being a cowboy from the SW, I feel drawn to the magic of the New England states, so different than what I'm familiar with...and, covered bridges are magical.
Back in '90, I was in rural, upstate Pennsylvania for a week, to visit my brother and his family...it was October-time...the Lord gets to use all the colors in His palette when Autumn comes to New England...good grief, how beautiful!
A day cool and gray greets me this morning...but already, the news has me boiling and I'm ready to pinch the head offa any Dimokrat I see...hmmm, maybe I'd better stay home until I cool down...grrrrrrrrrr...)
I was born in Massachusetts on a crisp morning in early October. I am told that my first "outing", a week or so later, was during the peak of the autumn color. Unfortunately we left that part of the country before I was old enough to actually remember the glorious New England autumns.....although it feels like I remember it. It's there, somewhere. :-)