Vermont really is stunning in its beauty and grandeur.
Mountains and trees and more mountains, with higher snowy peaks rising in the not-so-distant skyline.
Robust pines and cypresses boast their rich green among their naked deciduous forest neighbours, although some still bear a few almost transparent autumn leaves that have, by some miracle, held on through winter.
Signs along Route 89 promise moose crossing and bears crossing.
Given the number of signs, I am disappointed that we didn’t see a single one. That would have been really cool.