Day 4 dawned cold and windy, temperature 29 degrees. So of course we decided to visit the highest peak in Massachusetts where it’s 10 degrees colder at the top.
We stopped at the visitors center first, to get the lay of the land.
And there were some pretty nice views already.
We found Smokey the bear.
Slacking as usual.
And some disturbing nature displays with dive bombing dead owls….
As well as seriously angry squirrels.
There was also something near and dear to my heart…
Shoes!
But this was our destination….
3,491 feet up to the top of Mount Greylock and the soldiers memorial tower.
Since it was 29 degrees and windy as hell, we elected to drive not climb.
Stopping along the way to take pictures like the tourists we were.
And the vistas were worth fighting the bitter wind.
But not talking to other tourists as the husband always does.
This is the part where I ditch him and scramble back to the warm car….
Farther up the road we encountered a section of rock with water running out it’s side.
What is it about water? You’d think we’d never seen it before and are required to jump out and gawk at the miracle.
Which made others do the same.
Without further ado, I give you…. WATER!
Behold the wonder.
More vistas.
More water.
And if you think it wasn’t cold up there?
Trust me, it was.
More photo ops.
That’s the town of North Adams down below.
And then finally, in the so friggin’ cold I thought my lips would fall off wind, we saw the top.
To be continued…
But you knew that, right?
River's world..... 
My aunt and uncle lived in a subdivision that had a spectacular view of Mt. Greylock. I remember driving up where you did, and it being cold. Some things don’t change in MA, I guess.
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We got a kick out of how the mountain dominates everything in the surrounding towns. Greylock High School, Greylock Baptist Church, Greylock senior Center, Greylock Liquor… it was endless progression of of all things Greylocky!
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Yep, I remember that, too– now that you mention it.
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*grabs a 34oz cuppa hot coffee and eagerly awaits part 2, and 3, and 4….and…….?*
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That’s the spirit!
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I have to admire your fortitude. At 29 degrees, I am in hibernation …
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29 degrees, which felt like 10 with the wind. If I hadn’t been on vacation…. I’d have been hibernating happily.
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Your travelogue is a great way to start the day. Thanks for the smiles.
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Thanks! I’m glad you think so…
😊
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You took more photos of the extremely rare water than you did of the stuffed, angry squirrels? That’s not right! They’re so cute and toothy…
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An oversight on my part, but I was thinking of you when I took it so that must count for something…. right?
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It does. I like that I am “that squirrel person” in people’s lives.
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Mission accomplished then….
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So picturesque. Gorgeous sights.
I think it’s the water coming out of the rocks that gets everybody; not just the water.😉
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It was a major draw. People were blocking the road to look when we left. I love being a trendsetter.
😉
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Something tells me you’ve been a trendsetter all your life. 😉
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I like to think so… but I’m still rocking my 80’s big hair, so probably not!
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😂😂😂
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All that beautiful water and no food?!?!?? No wonder your lips were about to fall off!!
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We’d just had breakfast… it wasn’t time for food yet!
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Such a valid point about the running water. That’s a writer thing, right there.
I’m truly enjoying your vacation 🙂
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Happy to hear it. Mainly because I’m only halfway through it!
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At least it was pretty, right?
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It was!
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