I Bet Those Mountains Were Beautiful, If Only We Could Have Seen Them
Yesterday I returned First Daughter to school, for her last semester as an undergraduate. Despite the constant snow, it was just warm enough that the roads were only wet, and the visibility on the road was fine except for top of the hill in Gardner, Ma., and in the problematically named Florida, Ma.
The usually spectacular views along Route 2 were pretty much invisible, however. We tried to take some pictures.
The Connecticut River was out there somewhere.
The Berkshires were out there somewhere.
North Adams was out there somewhere.
We found it eventually. And by the way, if you ever see this sign:
take the warning seriously. Unless your driving Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, and are using this as your runway!
Now off to sew, at least until Second Daughter comes home from her half day of mid-terms....