If you live in the mountains no matter how grand or muted, you're not a flatlander and you don't act like one.

My spouse (multi generational woodchuck) and I (most of my adult life in VT) spent about 7 years living in Massachusetts and coming home to VT on weekends and holidays.

One winter day, as we turned up route 17 to cross the App Gap in our RWD sedan with all season (er, three seasons in VT) in a snow squall and realized as we got beyond Mad River ski area parking lot, we looked at at each other in horror! We were Flatlanders!

So, for what that's worth on the topic.

PS we've recovered, moved back home, and are no longer flatlanders.