Tuesday, November 1, 2016

From MA To PA

At length we left New Hampshire and drove on into Massachusetts. The need to take a day off, and then a serious cold spell, kept us hunkered down in Pittsfield a couple days, but then we drove on into Massachusetts, and then, quickly, through Connecticut and New York to Pennsylvania. We had visited Pittsfield earlier, in the 90s, when Rebecca was teaching at Miss Hall's School there.
On into the Berkshires

No corpses or zombies in cars at...

Louis XVIII we guessed

Thus

Deeper into the Berkshires and color

By a creek at a roadside rest


Wait a second...what happened to Connecticut, New
York, Pennsylvania, Maryland, Virginia, the Carolinas
and Georgia?! And where are the palm trees?!

View from Florida, MA



Descending now into North Adams

Flashing forward...crossing the Hudson

And then in Milford, PA, and the home of Charles
S. Pierce, the founder of Pragmatism

Nice digs for a philosopher...now the administrative
offices of the Delaware Water Gap National Park or
somesuch; reminded me of an incident where I had
expressed astonishment that the Cuyahoga was now
a National Scenic River (it used to burn regularly
when I was in Ohio) and was informed, by a ranger
friend out west, that, well, 2/3s of the US population
still lives in the eastern time zone, and they like
parks too...

Mount Monadnock

I was going to do a riff on Mount Monadnock. Of course it is famous in the writings of Emerson and Thoreau, but also as the subject of a thought experiment in the writings of the American philosopher Roderick Chisholm, whom I read, lightly, in graduate school. The great Enlightenment philosopher Leibniz also wrote about monadnock, but that is an entirely different story. In any case, we stopped in Jaffrey and gave some thought to climbing Mount Monadnock, as many other people were doing on a beautiful autumn day. It was enough just to see it, however, as with Everest, and we proceeded on.
Mount Monadnock

Gorgeous color, driving through Monadnock
State Park



Parthian shot

One of many beautiful stone churches we saw in
New England

More New Hampshire

We proceeded on...to Conway and some shopping and then beyond Conway into the White Mountain National Forest and a beautiful little campsite at the Hancock campground, marred only by the rain that came just as we were really getting into the campfire (we had just finished the s'mores and beer).
At Hancock campground, White Mountain NF













View from along the highway













A stop for a little hike in the yellow woods













The creek (or "crick" as they say in Montana)













The falls, part of them













Driving on to Peterborough...this, I was told, was
the first public library in the United States of
America...














Main street, Peterborough













You have to feel pretty good about a
place where the Unitarian (Universalist)
church is still going strong


















And the Baptist church has been
converted into a multicultural museum

















Thus













Neat item in a neat store













Main street view













Town administrative offices













Peterborough also enjoys some fame as the "real"
site of Thornton Wilder's Our Town, a great play
that many of us were forced to read in high school














A paltry example of something we saw throughout
New England, a house joined on to a garage or barn
or both by another building; some of them (not
pictured) were huge















In Peterborough (or was it Jaffrey?) there was also
a humongous display of scarecrows, these done
by school kids; hmmm, not so sure about the one
on the left... 














The Frost Place

Daughter Rebecca teaches Frost in her poetry class, Vicki used to teach his work way back when, and, on a good day, I can paraphrase the first line from one of his poems. So we had to visit "The Frost Place" near Franconia, NH.












Perhaps not authentic












The Frost Place...he bought it and lived in it for 5
years, then sold it back but rented it for summers
in many succeeding years

The Poetry Barn is a sort of combined museum/gift
shoppe, theater (excellent film on Frost)




































Nice front porch view of Mt. Washington




















































Translations
























A Morris chair and writing desk he actually used




































A typical issue of Life...Frost, including
several new poems, Jackie, Nixon...sigh

















Some of his regular venues












A quarter mile walk in the woods featuring Frost
poems 





"...in a yellow wood..."


A special place, the last day it was open for the
season...but we had to get back on the road and
to the leaves