Saturday June 21st, 2008. Cummington, MA. 90 miles. Grass. Warm.
Long jump through the Berkshires from the Hudson up into the mountains to Stockbridge and Pittsfield and finally to the small fairgrounds where we are playing a lot and license date to sparse crowds. Half my ancestors are buried in these mountains between Canaan CT and Salisbury, VT. Do they wonder on this the Solstice how high the corn stands in the rocky fields? How deep the snows will lay come winter? I doubt they dream of the brightly painted circus trucks snaking over their mountains. Even in summer there is chill to the morning air, with fog in the valleys. Small farms offer fresh cherries and maple sugar. Today is a stop intended only to break up the jump into eastern MA . We will return to the Berkshires in several weeks.
Long jump through the Berkshires from the Hudson up into the mountains to Stockbridge and Pittsfield and finally to the small fairgrounds where we are playing a lot and license date to sparse crowds. Half my ancestors are buried in these mountains between Canaan CT and Salisbury, VT. Do they wonder on this the Solstice how high the corn stands in the rocky fields? How deep the snows will lay come winter? I doubt they dream of the brightly painted circus trucks snaking over their mountains. Even in summer there is chill to the morning air, with fog in the valleys. Small farms offer fresh cherries and maple sugar. Today is a stop intended only to break up the jump into eastern MA . We will return to the Berkshires in several weeks.
