09.22.2006

We've got a cold and wet weekend coming, so I talked DH into punching out some work this morning and then taking the rest of the day off to enjoy the sun. At 63 degrees, if you stood perfectly still in the sun and the wind stopped, it was nicely warm. The trees are just starting to turn, touched with yellows and oranges.

We put on several layers - he underarmor and wool sweater under his leather jacket - me silk long underwear, PJ hoodie, cashmere socks and wool vest - then we took off.

We rambled through the Northeast portion of the state, all up in the Berkshire Mountain Range. It got rather nippy here and there, but the sun was warm on our backs and the woods were beautiful as always. We rode slowly so that we could hear the rivers and streams chortling over the rock beds, the hawks calling, the tree frogs, bull frogs and crickets and the songbirds. Whiffs of lateblooming wildflowers and wood fires tickled our noses, the sharp smell of damp leaves, the musky scent of woodland damp earth, and the occasional heavy sweet scent of something dead alongside the road.

Our first stop was at the reservoir:




I like the pumping station - it looks like part of a castle . . .