Stones stacked like an ancient set of Legos line two lane highways shaded in the tunnel of endless forest canopy and on the other side miniature farms, hobby farms and small farms and tiny white fence lined horse ranches rather than the cow factories you’ll see out West. The sun holds still high in the blue late into evening even as the Solstice has passed and cool breezes break up the sweat and heat of days spent driving designated scenic highways, state hopping Rhode Island to Connecticut to Western Massachusetts as we slow and steady it about 50 miles per day again now that we’ve escaped the strip mall beaches of the East Coast. It leaves plenty of time in a day for a picnic in some random park or a walk through a 200 year old town’s Main Street. They still have those, in abundance, here in New England.
Today we stumbled across Northampton today, an eclectic little college city complete with parks galore, little markets packed with local and organic produce, bars boasting sunshiny patios and coffee shops aplenty. We wanted another day to explore here and found a KOA, unusually cheap for Kampground of America (a cheesy, family oriented campground reminiscent of perhaps where Yogi Bear and his family might vacation). A squirrel is dabbling in frolic in the dirt road leading to our campground. The Baby just fell asleep and plenty of time to cook dinner and brew up a fire abounds.