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My last night in Rome will never be forgotten. I spent it walking around with my closest friends, drinking wine, eating gelato, and seeing every monument for my last time abroad. I say "last time abroad" for a reason because I don't plan on it being my last time at all. I will definitely be back to Rome to show my future family where I spent four of the most amazing months of my life, thus far. Rome has become a part of me, and I will forever be grateful for that.
We departed the Lowell area across Hwy 2 towards Western Massachusetts, entering the Mohawk Trail across the Berkshires. We were welcomed with beautiful color, muted by the rains, yet nothing like we have seen before. I shot some iPhone photos which are below. We looked for possible campsite but everything was shut down for RV's like us.
We continued south along Hwy 7 then crossed over Into eastern upstate New York to catch the Taconic Trail just ...
... the Berkshires and went for a great hike up monument mountain where we were rewarded with some stunning views before heading to our overnight resting spot at The Red Lion in Stockbridge. This is an amazing 18th century inn which felt so old school for America. It was a charming spot to unwind and the local Great Barrington Brewery make a lovely IPA. Looking forward to properly exploring the rest of the Berkshires tomorrow as we head north before passing into Vermont and towards ...
... states. As it was Sunday and Fall was setting in, we had to queue in the car for parking space at the top. The views were remarkable; we suspect that in a week or so's time they will be even better as the tree reds emerge more strongly.
It was a steady descent back down the mountain, criss-crossing the Appalachian Trail as we went and in error we drove back through Williamstown to discover the late afternoon sun catching the ...
"Down came the rain" Mitch Murray
Saturday 4 October 2015
Today was always going to be a non-event; we had to drive 200+ miles from Henrietta/Rochester to Albany/Troy. The drive on the I90 gave me the chance to fiddle with all the new knobs, dials and levers, but opening the boot, sorry trunk, was beyond me for quite a while. The learning curve was not helped by the virtually constant downpour that we faced ...