Man, I needed that.
We've visited, of course, many times, but it has been years since I stayed out there for a weekend. When I was single, I dog sat for them quite often. It was really nice to be out in the country - my sister's house is nicknamed "The Shire" for good reason.
Saturday morning started off just right. I was headed to the town market and a bald eagle came cruising along at treetop level - down the middle of the road in the center of town, and over the car.
Aside from reading, games, dogs, television, playing, and visiting, my brother-in-law also got to stop by for a few hours. I took advantage of that and took a short loop to explore used book stores.
First stop was the Montague Book Mill - a quaint spot. It's housed in an old saw mill converted into used book store, artist gallery, cd/DVD/vinyl store & restaurant.
|What a spot for a book store.|
Then, 15 minutes north to Greenfield for Federal Street Books, which has books coming out its pores. Lots of shelves to peruse. I ran out of time. I hadn't planned enough time and I didn't pump the street meter enough. I came out with books but I had to leave more on the shelves.
Other bird sightings included a pair of pileated woodpeckers and red-tailed hawks.
Drove through Deerfield enough that I should find a good book on the 1704 raid.
|Waiting for someone to get home soon!|
After the chaos and disorder in the workplace the past few weeks, the getaway was a welcome distraction.
My kids want to do it again, and so do I.
|Banks of the Connecticut River|