We remember our first time in Vermont. The quiet little lane. The green hills that backed up to

the barn with the grove of maples that led to the clapboard house with the big porch. The farmer with the smile and a tip of the cap. We’ll never forget the stillness, the absence of rush, the ten pictures we took of one scene hoping we could somehow capture it. The true appeal of Vermont is that none of that has changed. Whether we’re visiting a cider mill, exploring the woodlands and the valleys, strolling a village square, or watching Morgan colts frolic in a white-fenced pasture, the peace is authentic. The beauty is un-retouched. This journey ranges through terrains of town and country that you can hardly believe still exist in America. But they do. Clocks tick just as fast here, but you’ll slow down. And, if you’re like us, after a day outdoors and dinner by the fireplace, you’ll sleep as you haven’t slept for years.