Vermontiers

After soaking in the wonders of some of America's oldest cities, we decided to skew a little more rural and head in to Vermont, which is from the latinate for 'nothing but goddam trees'.

Also weird- that last one is what Sarah considers a mountain

Interspersed amongst the multihued foliage (I went to college!) are a fine smattering of uniformly lovely, welcoming, minuscule towns. Which all kind of look like they're different neighborhoods in the same town, a town which has somehow been dismembered and distributed evenly across the state.

Not taken in the same village

We even went to Burlington, the most populated city in Vermont, a bustling metropolis of 42,000 souls, which, distinctively enough, looks like this.

It's different because it's longer

And, of course, the state capitol of Montpelier, which I literally almost missed as we drove through.

SShhhhhiiiiiinnnnyyyyy

The Sarster and I camped out on the island of Grand Isle, in Lake Champlain, which if you ask any Vermonter is the home of Champ, the ancient seamonster with the surprisingly friendly moniker. If you ask anyone else, they'll just be confused. 

Grand Isle is home to Grand Isle State Park, which is where we resided during our time in Vermont. And goddam, is it worth residation.

Vermont, will you stop being remarkably gorgeous for like one fucking second

And that was it. Made the long drive back East to Bar Harbor, with a quick detour in Portland ME (more on that place later). Vermont is just incredible, and also incredibly quiet. There's just...just nothing going on in this state. It would be a great place to enter hermitage, but otherwise it's pretty much devoid of excitement.

Obviously there are exceptions.

Notification from the establishment: The me that is here in real time in Arizona is gonna be off in the woods for eight days, so you'll have to wait that long to hear about the me that was in Maine last week. Stay strong, I know you'll endure.