Apologies for the silence, but we have spent the past three days awash in nostalgia. On Friday, we drove up to Williamstown, Massachusetts, the place where we first met, for our 15-year college reunion. We saw old friends and beloved professors, visited our favorite old places, and ate our favorite comfort food. For those of you who have never been to the far northwestern corner of Massachusetts, there is something magical happening in those lovely old mountains. For a few days and nights, we tapped back into it.
Here’s the view from the roof of Massachusetts, a shot taken Sunday afternoon from the tower at the summit of Mount Greylock.
I’m pretty sure this is what Henry David Thoreau was talking about when he noted of Williams, in 1844, “”it would be no small advantage if every college were thus located at the base of a mountain.”
What a splendid, lovely place. Would that it were only ten minutes away from C’town.
Welcome back. I missed you.
AKA did fine at Twigs.
That’s one of my favorite views, especially in early summer. Several times I left campus for the summer by way of Mt. Greylock, and that image has become an indelible one.