Last time I drove Enrique back to Amherst, I told him how much I love the trip: 90 minutes of rambling through pastoral surroundings mixed with a bit of New England quirkiness. My new favorite is the little town of Shutesbury. Drive straight up the hill, arrive in the center of town and then continue down a very long and windy road headed out of town. The only flat parcel of land is between the post office parking lot and the library. That's it. Otherwise you're either on your way up or down. It's a short drive from just about everywhere;
they take idling seriously.
Ukelele jam fest anyone?
Just pop on over on the first Tuesday.
I bet some really great folks will be there.