As those who are familiar with my regional predilections may be aware, I am of the opinion that very few places in this great land of ours surpass the majesty that is New England. For what reasons, you ask? Oh, so many things. The fact that it lends itself especially well to those of us who love books more than almost everything else in life, wish for autumn all year long, esteem pumpkin and apple above all other baking ingredients, and aspire to one day (once the debt of graduate school has waned) purchase an old, ollllldddddd house and spend our days stripping wood floors and uncovering multiple layers of wallpaper.
The recent NYT article on the Mad River Valley of Vermont, famous for its pillowy white slopes in the winter, perfectly captures the spirit of my New English obsession. Plus, being a girl of Adirondack origin, I am a bit biased...
http://travel.nytimes.com/2009/06/26/travel/escapes/26Amer.html?ref=travel
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