Amanda Rae Was Here...

So Friday—tomorrow!—it’s ON, and I’m OFF. I’m anxious to the point of mania, true, but nostalgia for summer in the Berkshires is giving me pause.

Finally, we’re in the best of seasons (let’s pause for a few !!!!!!!!!!!), brimming with outdoor music, dance so intense it steals a few beats of your heart, languid chatter-filled art openings, wine-tastings (the bacchanal returns), festivals galore, picnics under trees in fields, mountaintop shenanigans, s’mores from bonfires, fireworks, twilight canoeing, butterfly chasing, blueberry picking, lookout looking, swingin’ through treetops, and lounging on decks long after the sun dips below the hills. Hence, I’m outta here. :::?:::

I was reminded of all this, eventually, after sneaking by Shark Rock on Lenox Mountain the other day, which also made me ponder other cool landmarks in these parts. There are quite a few, but I’m in packing mode right now. Oh, but the Mohawk Trail, or all of Route 2 from about Shelburne Falls to up and over the Petersburgh Pass in New York, is the ultimate drive in my mind. It’s totally FernGully 3. If you go, pose for a picture under the enormous multicolored Indian statue along the way, it’s a good photo op.

Back to rocks, though. If the painted hillside turtle somewhere south of GB in Connecticut is in fact on Route 7, then I might pass it on the jaunt to New Canaan tomorrow. Maybe it’ll bring good luck.

Or maybe it’ll remind me to  s l o w   d o w n  and enjoy the scenery….