From time to time I wonder what it would be like to live somewhere were nature was abundant, where green could be seen for miles and the space around us wasn’t concrete grey.
You see I grew up in big cities, from the megalopolis of Mexico City to the metropolitan charm of Long Beach and everything in between but I’ve never lived in a rural town. Those I believe become a rarity more and more.
But here I was over two hours away from Boston in rural Massachusetts in one lane roads and gravel pathways. Here I was in green fields, small towns and peace that I only ever imagine.
The Berkshires a rural and touristic community in western MA is the type of place the exudes country sophistication, like the Hampton’s would be to New York, it is the type of place that drips American History and outdoor entertainment
It’s New England enchantment intertwines with history like they are meant one for the other. Here you can see the home of Herman Melville where he wrote most of Moby Dick, you can see the birth site of W. E.B Du Bois right by what he called the “Golden River” or if politics is more your cup of tea the birthplace and museum of Susan. B. Anthony ( www.susanbanthonybirthplace.com ) is also here in the town of Adams.
I can only imagine that all this natural beauty inspires art, if the scenery does not make you want to write a sonnet or sing a mimic of the birds it sure will make you paint, bright colors of green and blue and shades that hide the drudgery of city life and the noise of traffic. Here in this green enclave you will also find the Normal Rockwell museum www.nrm.org and also in Stockbridge the ‘West Stock bridge Artist Guild’ where you can learn about art, meet the artists, even open air model.
There in all this abundant greenery is of course opportunities to absorb it for as long as you’re here, as long as you’ve got to spare before you have to go back to bricks, cars, jobs and the reality of life. Here you can zip line, camp, adventure walk along the canopy or take, as I did, a leisure walk along the forest. Stopping time for a second there was a majestic chaos in broken branches, rocks, falling leaves, bird calls and wild squirrels that have been unfettered by human determination to destroy. This was perhaps my favorite part, the streaming river, the wooded patches made me a silent plea to come back. I have to admit that when my mother suggest a day in the Berkshires, so that she could visit her long time wish of seeing the Divine Mercy Shrine (www.thedivinemercy.org/shrine) I was not sold on the idea. But upon further reflection and after spending some quality time in the open air I had to agree it was one of my favorite vacation days. There was no paying for parking in a foot traffic infested city, no crazy drivers, no trash on the sidewalks, no endless walking looking for food. Here the walking was endless but you didn’t care, because it was a sort of calm we don’t really experience often.
I can’t wait to go back. The Berkshires turned to be a beautiful hidden gem at the edge of the state. And if at the end of the day you need some more refined activities they have a vibrant music scene, the Berkshire symphony, the chorale, even a theater group. And the food is well balanced with anything from old town beer pubs to new wine bars and tapas.