This is part of a collection of posts on our recent Williamstown, Massachusetts, hiking excursion. Two dear friends joined me for almost a week in mountains, early in May.
That idyllic college town is surrounded by impressive mountains, –changing shape, color and majesty every few hours. Rumor has it that Melville was inspired to write Moby Dick by gazing at the hulk of Mt. Greylock from his Berkshire hideaway.
As NJWILDBEAUTY readers already knows, alluring trails are everywhere — even on the grounds of the Sterling and Francine Clark Institute of Art, and ditto re the Bennington (VT) Museum.
We’d spend four hours in woods alongside streams, earning ever-changing views with every few steps — then lunch, and do art museums all afternoon. My idea of heaven! Our attention on the Hopkins were delicate and often rare [spring flowers] ephemerals tiptoeing into light on every side.
Words are not the point for this post. Let the pictures carry you with Jeanette Hooban. Carolyn Yoder and me, on Hopkins Forest trails, my Berkshire favorite — as spring awakened in those sacred mountains.