Hey very nice, I love Vermont myself! I spent summers there as a kid. My parents had the keys to my other 2 cousins families houses (my parents, and 2 other sets of aunts\uncles had all got summer houses in the same place around mount holly).
Since we were the only ones there all summer, I would sneak the keys to my older cousins house & go during weekdays when they werent there and peek in & go thru his seed jar and fish out tiny nugs of weed. I was 14, it was 1979, there was no kush, no nuthin but once in a while you would hear of a 'joint of hawaaiin' that cost $10 which was like rockstar money back then.
Anyway I would pinch a tiny piece, enough for 3 good hits and roll off on my dirtbike & blaze it in the forest then drive like 60 miles a day on trails. Its funny, the one song I can still remember playing ALL DAY in my head from back then was 'Uncle Salty' from Aerosmith. It would seriously play like all 60 miles through the woods, over the mountains lol.
Anyway, hope I amuse at least one person with this story. Keep up the good work in Vermont!