Oh Say Can You See?
Well, I am back from what I can only describe as the best July 4th I have ever had!
I flew to the tiny town of Woodstock, VT, where the BF is working for the summer. It is a small, rural town, near the border with NH, about 2 hours west of Manchester (where, as convenience would have it, Southwest gladly picks you up & drops you off). It has been there for ages - and even has 4 Paul Revere bells to prove it. The streets are lined with red-brick and clap-board buildings - not a Starbucks or Blockbuster to be seen.
The rich green covered hills roll gently beside the two-lane Highway 12, thru tiny hamlets with names like Skunk Hollow and Barnet, and ancient farm buildings lean and slump beside the road, where they have obviously stood since Jefferson was a lad. Not a smacking of the urban sprawl to be seen.
Birds called out to us every morning, and continued their gentle teasing calls well into the dusk, when they were replaced by crickets and the gentle dance of the firefly.
We hiked two days - one shorter hike for an appetizer up Mt. Tom to a meadow filled to bursting with wild flowers of startling colour, grasshoppers bounded ahead of every step we took, and there were clouds to lay and watch for an age (which we did, more or less). The second longer hike - on July 4th itself - was 10 miles on the Appalachian Trail. Beyond spectacular.
Each morning after I dragged myself from the quiet comfort of slumber I made a short stroll down main street to the coffee shop where we seemed to always bump into some friendly local. Each day was a new adventure. Some local site or place of interest - including an amazing glass studio (where we spent some serious cash on seconds) in town, and a larger facility in nearby Quechee that was just fantastic.
And, my first ever Renaissance Fair - now that was a hoot, if ever there were. We had such a fun time there. I even got into the swing of things and had a fun conversation with Queen Elizabeth I - with the utmost respect and courtesy, of course.
An amazing meal at a local inn after services on erev Shabbat. I had venison (sorry you Bambi lovers out there, but it was damned good!), and some very tasty wine, too.
All too fast it was time to come back to LA - but the truly profound and delightful thing is that memory serves well if allowed to, and so I have "the number one hit of the summer" right here between my ears! And the Director will be home in 5 short weeks, or so!
Thanks doll, I had the time of my life, and I owe it all to you!
At the risk or repeating myself "I just Love ya"
I flew to the tiny town of Woodstock, VT, where the BF is working for the summer. It is a small, rural town, near the border with NH, about 2 hours west of Manchester (where, as convenience would have it, Southwest gladly picks you up & drops you off). It has been there for ages - and even has 4 Paul Revere bells to prove it. The streets are lined with red-brick and clap-board buildings - not a Starbucks or Blockbuster to be seen.
The rich green covered hills roll gently beside the two-lane Highway 12, thru tiny hamlets with names like Skunk Hollow and Barnet, and ancient farm buildings lean and slump beside the road, where they have obviously stood since Jefferson was a lad. Not a smacking of the urban sprawl to be seen.
Birds called out to us every morning, and continued their gentle teasing calls well into the dusk, when they were replaced by crickets and the gentle dance of the firefly.
We hiked two days - one shorter hike for an appetizer up Mt. Tom to a meadow filled to bursting with wild flowers of startling colour, grasshoppers bounded ahead of every step we took, and there were clouds to lay and watch for an age (which we did, more or less). The second longer hike - on July 4th itself - was 10 miles on the Appalachian Trail. Beyond spectacular.
Each morning after I dragged myself from the quiet comfort of slumber I made a short stroll down main street to the coffee shop where we seemed to always bump into some friendly local. Each day was a new adventure. Some local site or place of interest - including an amazing glass studio (where we spent some serious cash on seconds) in town, and a larger facility in nearby Quechee that was just fantastic.
And, my first ever Renaissance Fair - now that was a hoot, if ever there were. We had such a fun time there. I even got into the swing of things and had a fun conversation with Queen Elizabeth I - with the utmost respect and courtesy, of course.
An amazing meal at a local inn after services on erev Shabbat. I had venison (sorry you Bambi lovers out there, but it was damned good!), and some very tasty wine, too.
All too fast it was time to come back to LA - but the truly profound and delightful thing is that memory serves well if allowed to, and so I have "the number one hit of the summer" right here between my ears! And the Director will be home in 5 short weeks, or so!
Thanks doll, I had the time of my life, and I owe it all to you!
At the risk or repeating myself "I just Love ya"
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