When you take a foliage daytrip along Route 100, you’ll understand why this stretch of highway has been called the most scenic in New England.
By Michael Blanding
Sep 03 2015
Route 100 is a restless road. As it salamanders its way through the mountainous middle of Vermont, it seems perpetually on the verge of decision, only to change its mind in a mile. One minute, it’s slaloming along a rocky riverbed through dense cover of birch and maple; the next, it’s soaring up to a sudden vista as though God has suddenly pulled away a curtain. There’s a reason that this stretch of highway—some 200 miles, from Massachusetts to Lake Memphremagog in Vermont—has been called the most scenic in New England. In some circles, it’s known as the “Skiers’ Highway,” since it connects Vermont’s giants—Snow, Okemo, Killington, Sugarbush, Stowe, Jay—like knots on a whip.
But the road really comes into its own in autumn, hitting the peak of fall foliage not once but many times as it traces an up-and-down course along the unspoiled edge of Green Mountain National Forest. When civilization does break through, it’s in the form of some of Vermont’s most quintessential villages.
Leaf peeping, after all, is about more than just leaves. It’s about the foliage experience—farmstands and country stores, craft galleries and hot cider. And Route 100, with its many off-the-beaten-path side trips, offers all of that in one long, winding package. Because the road never makes up its mind, you don’t have to, either.
And when it finally ends, some 10 miles short of Canada, your most difficult decision is the one to turn the car around and head home. The only comfort is that you get to see the whole show over again in reverse.
— “Driver’s Delight,” by Michael Blanding, September/October 2009