The Elmore Mountain Road-or the "Mountain Road," as locals call it-stretches 7.5 miles along the foot of Elmore Mountain connecting Stowe to Elmore, Vt. It passes through Morrisville on the way. I know the road well having lived off it, in some way shape or form, since 1979. It's a 35 mph road; both sides of the road boast the most breathtaking views on the Eastern Seaboard.
As can be expected, rich folks live at the highest elevations of the Elmore Mountain Road.
In October, you can spot the rich folks by the thick blanket of wet "first snow" piled on the roofs of their cars as they drive around town. (It's a local status thing that I believe is manufactured in some cases. Really.) Ok, you're rich enough to have a mountaintop home, but not rich enough to have a garage? Poor folks live in the valleys, and bogs, and swampy areas of the Elmore Mountain Road. The poh folk stick out, or they used to stick out in March and April, driving around town in their giant balls of rolling mud cakes.
You see, the Elmore Mountain Road is not only famous for its views, but it's equally famous for its mud. At least it used to be.
Used to be during the spring, or as we call it here in Vermont mud season, you could drive into a rut on the Elmore Mountain Road and not be seen or heard from 'til July the Fourth. Not anymore.
Now, the frost just-don't-go-so-deep in Vermont. Modern day weather and Vermont life in general is becoming more Connecticutish by the hour. Road crews have learned a great deal about crowning roads and scooping swales and shaving shoulders and laying drainage, so now anything needing to run-off, can run-off; mud season nowadays is a mere shadow of it's former self. Nowadays it's tough trying to find a good mudin'.