As we push the Miata up and over one of the steepest hill inclines I’ve seen in a long time we zip around and corner and start the winding twisted unpaved since the early 80s Route 11 around Bromley Mountain in Vermont— the sun is burning the hell out of my forehead and I’m fighting to downshift and keep us from either crossing the yellow line or losing a wheel in the giant potholes that make up the right hand shoulder. The SUV behind me clearly lets me know the sixty five I’m doing in marked fifty five zone is nowhere near enough for him as he edges closer to my tail.
I crank up the radio, Veronica looks over at me and laughs and then she grabs hold of her armrest as I push the little roadster a little harder.
Vermont is an interesting place. I’ve lived in New England most of my life but I’ve never spent much time up here, so it was that we decided to rent an AirBnB and take a long weekend trip. Only a little over three hours to get to the Peru area which included stops in picturesque Shelburne Falls in Western Ma. I’m in hippy land and even though I shouldn’t be surprised it’s even more intense than I expected.
There are a mix of Trump flags on nice properties, clearly a reaction to the constant "#notmypresident nonsense that is pushed in your face at places like BOOKS FOR EVERYONE which is genuine in name only if you agree completely with their agenda.
Each of the six New England states has their own stereotypes; Vermont’s is the aging hippie with the doo rag, beard and round glasses, and if I played a drinking game for everyone of those I saw I wouldn’t be writing this I’d be recovering from Alcohol Poisoning two months later.
A few things we learned on this trip;
AirBnB is great, but REALLY look at the pictures and read between the lines of the listing. Nestled deep in the woods equates to no view, etc.
Vermont doesn’t like paving it’s roads. I’ve never seen such bad major roads.
If you don’t like Maple you probably don’t belong here.
Vermont is REALLY the least populated state— no kidding. We went for miles without seeing anyone.
The gas gauge is on the far left in a Miata dashboard, the one in the middle? Yeah that’s the oil gauge. Its better to pay a few bucks more for gas than to run out in the middle of nowhere.
It was a great trip, as all trips are with Veronica, and we’re already planning a return.