On How There Are No Billboards In Vermont

My trip to Boston turned more into a road trip through New England than anything else. I got to Boston, met Brother John at the airport, and scooted round Boston for the day. We hit a few museums, got frustratingly lost over three times, ran into some Maryvillians, and ended up dining in a fine Indian restaurant with windblown hair and a large travel backpack. They do not have lockers for travel backpacks at fine Indian restaurants.
My brother and I rented a tiny automobile the next morning from the charming car rental in Lowell, Mass. We drove to Walden Pond where I had approximately four (4) core-shaking experiences of the romantic sublime. I also aquired the following souvenirs: 1) one full-size pine cone, 2) one full-size leaf that is very curly, and 2) a tiny sprig of baby pine cones approximately 1cm x 6mm x 6 mm each. I put one baby pine cone from Thoreau's pond trail into a silver locket which I wear about my neck frequently. It's cute!
After Walden, we booked it (40mph, 4 hours, in the snow in a Kia Rio in the Green Mountains) to Vermont (the trip would normally be like 2 hours I think). There are no billboards in Vermont. At 40 mph, I noticed every inch of non-billboard landscape in Vermont: georgeous, and somewhat threatening! The mountains are fairly large and dense. They feel like they would be very heavy if they fell on you, which also seemed likely. The mountains, although beautiful, were not friendly like the Rockies.
So I found out from Jen when I arrived in snowy Montpelier that 1) billboards are illegal in VT, and 2) there had been a giant rockslide right down the street. AHH! I do feel pretty strongly that the lack of billboards and the commanding landscape have a direct correlation with the undescribable attitude of the incredibly cool Vermonters I met. Seriously. Everyone should get rid of their billboards and see how happy and strong the world becomes.