by Mark Bergmann
Scenic pullovers are not always readily available traveling in Vermont. Sometimes you have to slam on the brakes (which does not translate to a quick stop when you are driving a house on wheels) and take your chances with a berm stop. We have often wished for a construction worker’s brightly colored vest.
This was one such stop. When we glimpsed this stunning view, I careened off to the side to park, then crossed four lanes of 55 mile an hour traffic, then walked back a quarter-mile while dodging rocks thrown up by passing semi trucks.
There are many beautiful trees in Ohio but I noticed a difference in Vermont and New Hampshire. Instead of just one or two types of trees in a stand, it’s common here to see five or six different varieties, each with its own signature hue. I often felt like I was driving down a tunnel of fire with red, orange, burgundy, gold, pink and yellow blasting me from all sides for miles and miles.