The grass may seam greener on the other side of the fence, but the fence has weeds on both sides.
I can second that, we made the mistake of living in Maine one winter. As a southerner it was culture shock.
We met some nice folks but as a whole found the whole bunch a bit odd. Don't even speak to someone in
a casual manner on the street, they'll think your nuts. They don't drink ice tea, damn heathens.
I don't like ice fishing. People from Massachusetts vacation in Maine, Maniacs don't even like em (plus one for Maine 
)
I pretty much made a vow to never cross the Mason Dixon Line again. If I go to Canada I'll have to take a long ferry ride
I reckon.
I guess it boils down to which weeds you grew up with and feel comfortable living with.
Ah c'mon Rock I go up to Mass every few weeks and I will be there tomorrow actually. They are OK people. I also travel below the Mason Dixon line and have been doing it since the 1960's with NY plates and survived! Let a smile be your umbrella. Mainers are a bit odd, but I find them OK in the summer anyway.
What, Mainers are odd, did I say that, naw! Now down easter Mainers well that's another issue.
Really I find the country folks anywhere pretty agreeable, it's just the city slickers I sometimes have trouble with.
The rub with heading north is the interstate is about the only option. But, I'm figuring some back road routes
pretty much like Mosby and ol Quantrill did it.
