Vermont isn’t just a state—it’s a rebel spirit wrapped in rolling green hills and flinty resolve. Born out of defiance, it once stood alone as an independent republic, refusing to bow until it was ready to join the Union. That fierce independence still pulses through its forests and towns, where red barns lean into time and church steeples pierce through the mist like sentinels of tradition.
It’s a place where the mountains don’t just stand—they speak. Hike deep into its protected lands, and you’ll feel the heartbeat of a country that remembers. The national sites here are more than scenic—they’re sacred. They cradle the legacies of abolitionists, farmers, soldiers, and visionaries who chose grit over glory. Their stories echo through the covered bridges and mossy battlefields.
Vermont doesn’t shout its importance—it whispers it, daring you to slow down and listen. It’s a haven for seekers, rebels, romantics. A place where past and present dance in the maple-sweet air. Come here, and you don’t just visit history—you feel it in your bones.
