Note: This is a different route from Scott's 2022 run, where he crossed the state via a more northern (and longer) route.
Following his rules of a "run across the state of Vermont via any legal route between the border of New York and Vermont, and the border of Vermont and New Hampshire," I chose Vermont Route 9, from NY to NH via Bennington and Brattleboro.
VT-9 is designated as the "Molly Stark Trail," named after the wife of of Revolutionary War general John Stark. Starting from New York and heading east, the road passes first through downtown Bennington before climbing a roughly 1,700-foot ascent into the Green Mountains, crossing various parking lots to access the Appalachian Trail and the Long Trail. The next major town is Wilmington after descending and running very briefly along the Harriman Reservoir. Following is the second major climb of about 700 feet up Hogback Mountain, at the top of which is a scenic overlook. From Hogback the route is roughly 15 miles of general downhill, descending almost 2,000 feet to the town of Brattleboro and the bridge over the Connecticut River to reach the westernmost point of New Hampshire.
This was a self-supported effort; the evening prior to running I prepared three supply bags and hid them at intervals along the route. That way I could eat Pop Tarts. I left a note with the drop bags asking that they please not be moved, and they were undisturbed when I ran past them.
The day of the run, I parked my car a half-mile across the New York state line in the town of Hoosick. I began running at 5:49 AM and crossed the bridge into New Hampshire at about 1:30 PM, 7 hours and 40 minutes later. I'll note that, while the road normally has decently wide shoulders, it is a fairly well-trafficked state highway with freight vehicles along with passenger cars; the speed limit for drivers alternates between 40 and 50 mph during the unpopulated sections of the road, and there are a few sections with small shoulders and guardrails which should be navigated carefully. I chose to start the run as early as I could on a weekday to avoid too much traffic, and almost all drivers gave a wide berth when passing. Also, most of the freighters obligingly honked when I made the universal honking signal, which provided endless entertainment.
After crossing the bridge I walked back into Brattleboro and hitchhiked a ride back to my car on the New York side. I drove Rt 9 one last time to pick up the remains of the drop bags I had stashed. Then I went home.