Thursday, September 11, 2008

Just A Couple of Country Girls

We drove into the wilds of the Berkshire Mountains today. After an enjoyable game of mini-golf in a lovely course called The Range (lovely view, too - I won by 1 point), we went into North Adams and up to...the hairpin turn. Apparently, the turn is infamous both for stunning views...and the amount of cars that go over it a year. Lauren, having lived here all her life, had no problems with it all. We did, however, had problems with her choice for lunch. The Golden Hawk Restaurant sat on a ledge by the hairpin turn, which allowed you to see for miles. However, it turned out it was only open for dinner. We turned around and went back to North Adams for lunch in a small local 50s-themed diner called the Moonlight Bar and Grille instead. I had a short stack of pancakes and a bowl of melons and grapes. Lauren had a massive eggplant quesadilla. (There's still some left in the fridge.)

We did finally take our drive into the Massachusetts countryside after that. (And after being stuck behind two slow, unwieldy trucks carrying logs to local saw mills.) We took in the breathtaking sights (and breathtaking turns) of the mountains. We saw rushing rivers and tall, fat green spruces, large dairy farms with grazing cows (some of them so close to the road, we could see them chewing their lunch), and thick groves of golden and purple wildflowers. We went around more turns (though not quite as crazy as the hairpin turn) and zig-zag roads. I'm not really a mountain person, but I have to admit, Lauren lives in a really beautiful area.

We went right around the mountains and back down to Pittsfield, but neither of us were up for a long trip or a big dinner after that. We browsed in a music store and a Big Lots and had a very quick dinner at Taco Bell before coming home in time for Wheel of Fortune and a game of Mario Party 8. (Yes, Lauren has it, too. We have good times playing that.)

Tomorrow, a long trip south to Conneticut for the fair and Micky Dolenz concert!

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