It’s every bit as picturesque as they say it is.
New England, many a time, still harkens back to the days of the original colonies. Vermont, in particular, with its laws against billboards and large signs, allows the green of its mountains to shine through. New Hampshire lives free or dies all in its backroads. Connecticut’s stone wall-lined farmland roads twist and turn their short and delightful routes. Cape Cod and, even more so, Maine’s Atlantic Coast, stretch rugged and gorgeous into the sea.
Salem, Burlington, Provincetown…New England is full of small towns reminiscent days long gone by and worth the long trek into the northeastern most corner of our United States.
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