Homesick for New England Mountain Village — Williamstown

NJWILDBEAUTY readers know that my friend, Deb Hill, and I spent a splendid almost-week, doing hikes and art among mountains, in the very old Berkshires of Massachusetts.

Now, wrapped in winter, it is difficult to credit the vividness of memory.  Here, come along on our very first stroll, under extremely changeable skies, along the streets of Williamstown, and out Route 2 toward but not in North Adams.

Beckoning Fence, near Water Street, Williamstown

Beckoning Fence, near Water Street, Williamstown

Sometimes, New England itself seems like a dream.  But then I return, and it’s more real than ever – poised against the sterilities of the 21st Century.

Maple Splendor in 'a mizzle of rain', Williamstown

Maple Splendor in ‘a mizzle of rain’, Williamstown

Red Bench, Williamstown Stroll

Red Bench, Williamstown Stroll

Porch Rockers, "Come and Set a Spell..."

Porch Rockers, “Come and Set a Spell…”

Autumn's Last Gasp

Autumn’s Last Gasp

Glow, Williamstown

Glow, Williamstown

Autumn in the Rain, Williamstown

Autumn in the Rain, Williamstown

Hobson's Choice Restaurant, Water Street

Hobson’s Choice Restaurant, Water Street

Beer Kegs outside Water Street Grill

Beer Kegs outside Water Street Grill

Water Street Grill Sign and October Skies

Water Street Grill Sign and October Skies

Water Street Grill Bacon Bleu Cheese Burger

Water Street Grill Bacon Bleu Cheese Burger

Water Street Grill Salad Caprese

Water Street Grill Salad Caprese

Water Street Grill Steak and Bleu Cheese Salad of another day...

Water Street Grill Steak and Bleu Cheese Salad of another day…

Water Street Grill Lemon Raspberry Genoise!

Water Street Grill Lemon Raspberry Genoise!

Williamstown Bank

Williamstown Bank

Wild Oats Healthy Local Sustainable Food Market!

Wild Oats Healthy Local Sustainable Food Market!

Wild Oats Radishes (yes!) and Cauliflower

Wild Oats Radishes (yes!) and Cauliflower

Wild Oats Brussels Sprouts

Wild Oats Brussels Sprouts

Wild Oats Abundance -- Cabbages for Kings

Wild Oats Abundance — Cabbages for Kings

New England Splendor, Williamstown

New England Splendor, Williamstown

Time for a Change, Coming Down from the summit of Mt. Greylock

Time for a Change, Coming Down from the summit of Mt. Greylock

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6 thoughts on “Homesick for New England Mountain Village — Williamstown

  1. Debbie, thank you for being the first commentor! Thanksgiving, to be sure — as I am thankful to you, who made this trip possible, rendered it a constant joy, even in rain and whiteout fog and even when the trail maps were so very wrong! Sunshine was with us in other ways!

    Smiles, Carolyn

  2. Enjoyed viewing Williamstown again! When I saw the picture of Hobson’s Choice Restaurant, it made me wonder if Bailey Hobson, one of the earliest settlers of Naperville, was from this area of Massachusetts. Do you remember the remnants of his 1830’s mill that still remain in Pioneer Park across the street from us during Le Provence years? That park still has such happy memories for me, remembering the foxes and their den, the beavers that greeted me @5:30 a.m. when I stepped on the wooden bridge over the Du Page river, and of course, wonderful walks there with Bill.

  3. I thought of you every time we passed Hobson’s Choice, because of your having lived near that road.

    I’ll never forget your park because it’s the first place I ever saw a fox’s den, and YOU showed it to me.

    I just finished watching your enchanting Beaver DVD with Lois, Lee, Judith and Kevin — Lois and Lee delighted to have met you at their Library this summer. We were all completely enraptured by Leave it to Beavers! We all learned so much we did not know.

    I don’t know what I’m going to do the next time Mark Johnson walks into work — that man who shot the beavers in our park at dusk, and was never officially chastised nor required in any way to make amends… I’d like to handcuff him to a chair and have him sit and watch that film twenty times without stopping. The kept changing the venue of the trial until it evaporated…

    Thank you for being such a major part of this night, when we could NOT walk at the Pole Farm because of ceaseless drizzle. Jeanette did, though, and SHE heard the owls.

    Love

    c

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