Day 23. Walking and driving in NYC are done like schools of fish, weaving in and out of each other, filling every gap as we swim forward. KEEP MOVING. New car lanes are claimed by the front corner of any vehicle bold enough to nose in. Pedestrians cross against the lights between oncoming cars. Faux pas are noted with stern honks.
Waking up exhausted after two days of over-stimulation, we still cannot resist taking another walk to Times Square for coffee and people watching. We settle in for a final breakfast, all confessing a strong urge to escape all the madness. We watch outside as a young girl on her way to school is knocked down by a semi while crossing against the light. While we did not notice the actual event in front of us, her placement in the road (and her condition) suggested that she walked or ran into the semi herself. Fortunately, a nearby pedestrian stopped the truck before it actually ran over her. Now, THAT'S entertainment!
We bail out the car and head north on 9A, then cross Bronx and head into Connecticut for a Jewish deli in Vernon.
On our way back to Boston we realize that we are antsy to move on to new territory, so upon our return we quickly reload the car, bid farewell to D & C, and head on our way.
We head west on the Mass Pike and wind up in the Berkshires. We stay in a quiet, comfortable motel in Great Barrington run by an overly anxious to please innkeeper, raving about the details of his rooms and our expected good review on Trip Advisor before he even quotes a price. A nearby brew pub offers up one of the best prime rib dinners we've seen in years. We're still stuffed from lunch, but split one anyway. Life is good.
Day 24. October 2, 2009
Off to a promising start. Heading down the Taconic State Parkway in NY we see some of the prettiest scenery yet with fall colors, cemeteries and antique shops. We are in the neighborhood so we drop in on the Vanderbilt mansion on the Hudson. $8.00 and an hour of our time is too steep a price to take the inside tour, so we meander around the place and drive on..
Hell is East Stroudsberg, PA....at least their road system. How I longed for Carolyn's TomTom to direct us out. AAA was no help at all. No road numbers exist on map and no map numbers match roads. At last we literally stumble on the road we were looking for. All in all it has taken us one and a half hours to go 30 miles.
Oh goody, we land in Doylestown! A serendipitous event. For here lies the Mercer Museum and there we must go. Not so serendipitous as far as motel accommodations go. I can only say there is a great void here that could be filled by a low to medium range motel. You'd have my business just by advertising wi-fi and then NOT charging you extra for it at check-in.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
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