Our first stop was was the French King Bridge in Erving. The view from this bridge, that crosses the Connecticut River was splendiferous.
After that we promptly lost our way and ended up taking a long drive on an Interstate. But, it was not a bad thing, because we ended up at Deerfield, where the Yankee Candle Factory is located. They had a large store with every scented candle imaginable. Including some rather unimaginable fragrances like Moonlight Cove.(As far as I know neither moonlight nor coves have scents!) They also had a little village in there with a full-fledged christmas display. It was rather weird to see the make-believe snow inside, when people were in shorts outside. But, whatever. It was a rather nice display actually.
After making our way through knights and christmas trees and angels, we finally left the "Scenter of the universe", and found our way back. We drove through Greenfield and Shelburne, before making our way to the quaint little town of Shelburne Falls(no falls here, btw. We were mighty disappointed). We had heard of the Bridge of Flowers, and wanted to explore it. The first bridge we saw was the monstrosity below.
Both of us were a little taken aback. Surely, no one could call that a bridge of flowers! Fortunately, there was a real bridge of flowers, and it was very pretty. Had several species of flowers growing. Some were lovely, and some rather Chupke-Chupke evoking!
Gobi ka phool anyone?
After a leisurely stroll through the bridge, we had the most sinful ice-cream at a fudge store. I totally recommend the chunky chocolate mousse at the local fudgery in Shelburne Falls! After this sustaining nourishment, we walked through the 200 feet that made up downtown Shelburne Falls. Turns out they have a geological marvel there...glacial potholes, no less!
I dunno why, but I found those ancient potholes hilarious. I knew they were a miracle of the ice age or whatever, but all I could think of was toilet jokes. Chee! Having had our fill of potholes, we made our way back.
Our last stop was the town of Turner Falls (no falls again. Sigh!) But a lovely lake(with ducks!), and the sight of the evening sun peeking through the autumn leaves more than made up for the lack of a waterfall.
To say the fall foliage was at its peak would be an exaggeration. I think the dry weather and extended summer have put paid to those prospects. But every once in a way there would be a tree, either crisply, freshly yellow, or sunburst orange, or magnificently, flamingly red. Zimbly spectacular. It was a wonderfully picturesque drive.
A Sunday well-spent.
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Very Nice Pictures!!!
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