Early start from Bassett Brook. Trail is hazy with tufts of morning fog. We get a lot of web-whacking duty that usually falls to the more industrious early risers, somehow sleeping in today. Deb got a mosquito bite on the eye. Slow, gracious descent from the southern slopes of Mount Greylock, through fields and old orchards (with some good berry picking), through the tiny town of Cheshire (50¢ lemonade at the tag sale on Furnace Hill Road), over the Cobble, and down to Dalton. The food at Jacob's is outstanding! Lodgings here are stark, humble, damp, and smelly.
Another hotel cat; this one is named Miss Kitty
You two are motoring this thing! Good work.
ReplyDeleteJenny and I are off the Maine for 10 days tomorrow. You'll probably be in Brooklyn by the time I'm next reading this. I'll look forward to catching up.
Tally-ho!
Looks like you've been in Rip Van Winkle territory. Don't fall asleep!
ReplyDeleteYou are almost home, so sez the googley eye google marker. Hope you had fun!!!
ReplyDeleteI hope you're in the final stretch or stretching out at home! Hope to see you soon.
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