Before I even knew I'd need to get out of dodge, Jon convinced me to go camping Saturday. We drove out to Mohawk Trail State Reservation, about 2 1/2 west of Boston and set up camp at a sweet site. Reminded me Staircase in WA. We set the tent up as close to the river as possible. World's best lullaby.
We took the Mohawk trail up.. which was only 1.25 miles, but was straight up. Brutal brutal.
Here is me looking like an a-hole Bret Michaels
Everthing is ridiculously green
After we got back to camp, we read for a while on some big rock in the river and then starting putting together some dinner
Lots of fire staring. Then I rolled into my new sleeping bag.
We didn't hang around too long in the morning, but we did stop here on the way back:
It was a quick trip, but good to get some fresh air and walk in a river and smell like a campfire.
No brain clearance though. Wonder how to make that happen.