The Side Trek

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BACK ROADS THOUGHTS

~ Ditching navigation maps and apps, Carol Colitti Levine’s aversion to driving on highways steered her to explore and write about hidden gems along the scenic byways of Western New England for a local magazine, Fuel / Valley Living from 2006-2010. Carol convinced the talented Dr. Husband to collaborate as her photographer. She named this quarterly travel column ~

The Side Trek

Click to see a few of them:
Shelburne Falls
Salem Cross Inn
Lobster Roll
Foliage Fore-ays
Berkshire Loop

 

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2010-2016 blog kept this travel page. It didn’t stray from back roads and remained focused on the Pioneer Valley and Western Massachusetts.

As the photos illustrate, the area has gorgeous vistas and architecture. It also has many colleges, farmers and artisans. Conservatives in the midst of a liberal academic environment. Epitomized by this:

Signs of the Times. May 2016. Hatfield.

 

So Long Side Trek Western Massachusetts! 

Carol and her photographer Dr. Husband said goodbye to Western Massachusetts in July 2016. They loved their Side Treks along the byways.

 

Last Peak. October 2015.

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Historic Deerfield.

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Autumn Sojourn with JeanJean. October 2015. 
Ashfield and Conway.

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Van Gogh Side Trek. July 2015. Williamstown.

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Clark Art Institute’s Super Bowl win. Patriots beat Seahawks, so Seattle Art Museum loaned Albert Bierstadt’s wall-sized masterpiece Puget Sound on the Pacific Coast. Stormy beauty. A bonus. But, we went for Van Gogh and Naturea limited exhibition. Vincent’s study of the impressionists in France. Arles. Auvers.

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North Adams.

On the way back, saw a sign for Susan B. Anthony’s birthplace. Who knew?

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Strawberry Picking Polka Dots. June 2015. Hatfield.

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Sprouting Spring. May 2015. Sunderland.

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Turn of the Calendar. December 31, 2014. Shelburne Falls.

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Half Autumn. Connecticut River Valley. October 2014. North Hadley.

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Quonquont Farm. August 2014. Whately.

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Spring in the Valley. May 2014. Sunderland.

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Photo Contest. October 2013. Pioneer Valley.
mAdBen v. Dr.Dad. Who took which?

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Winter Hilltown. January 2013. Shelburne Center.

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Autumnal Still Life. November 2013. Cummington.

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Mystery of Blue Hill. April 2013. Great Barrington.

Mid-summer night’s dinner at Blue Hill restaurant in Greenwich Village. Famous for fresh produce from its farmLocavore award. James Beard winner. Alas. Our dinner’s vegetables disappeared. They never appeared on our plates. So, we decided to search Blue Hill Farm, the eatery’s namesake to investigate. Up the road on a pristine day, we found the culprit, overlooking the Housatonic River. We didn’t spy a stalk of corn or a wandering squash. Just a Jewish cow family. The Holsteins. Way down the hill. A view. To a kill?

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Gorge-ous Trek. April 2013. Chesterfield

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Farm Foliage. October 2012. Connecticut River Valley.

 
SideTrek Falls. Annual Event. Shelburne Falls.
Favorite SideTrek tableau. Take the meandering byway which must have seen its share of Indian skirmishes along the Mohawk trail. Conjures Richard Russo’s Empire FallsBridge of Sighs and Mohawk. Recent fims set in SideTrekFallsThe Judge, starring Robert Downey, Jr., Robert Duvall, Vera Farmiga. Labor Day, Jason Reitman’s movie set here, starring Josh Brolin and Kate Winslet. Based on J.D. Salinger’s paramour’s book.

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The Good Time Stove Company. Goshen.

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Indian Summer. October 2012. Bernardston.

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Weekday Trek. Spring 2012. Hatfield.

William Cullen Bryant Homestead. Cummington.

Where he retreated to pen pastoral poetry and think Thanatopsis thoughts.

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HAPPY VALLEY HOLIDAY LETTERS- FICTION
2011-2016

Carol created a fictional family called The Bidrights. They write newsy oversharing letters to celebrate the holidays each year. The letter writer’s gender is unknown. He/she has a wife Zelda, a son Moonbeam, and a cat Mephistopheles. If you’ve lived in Pioneer Valley, you’d recognize them.


2011

Dear Friends We Haven’t Seen in Twenty Years:

Zelda and I are so excited to update you all on our family’s meaningful 2011. Little Moonbeam graduated from Middlebury and is off saving babies in the Sudan. It’s so hard not to have him home over Kwanzaa, but we’ll light a candle of harmony for peace in the world instead of buying him a material extravagance. Our trust funds haven’t fared as well this year what with interest rates so low. Moose Lake cabin even lost value and we had to sell the canoe.

We’ll be serving braised short ribs to the homeless in our humble hamlet, of course without the meat. We chopped down a lovely two foot spruce in the woods and dragged it four miles back to the hybrid Prius. There’ll be plenty of sparkling cider, spring water and pine cone cookies at our annual yuletide open house. I’m so proud of Zelda, she cut off her 30-year ponytail to honor the end of the Iraq War. She’s still smarting from the bug bites she got in our Occupy Wall Street tent.

I am sorry to report that Dizzy, Moonbeam’s pet hamster, met a rather violent fate. It seems Mephistopheles, our thirteen year old tabby, still has some zing in her pounce. And, at the risk of boring you with my own gory medical procedures over the year, suffice it to say that scalpels, monitors and screws were involved. Oh dear, it’s hard to believe another year has come and gone.

Happy trails from the Bidrights,
Silent H, Massachusetts

Betsey’s Clever Reply

“Dear Friends:
It may be twenty years since we last saw you but we think of you often and remember the good times we all had living in the commune before the sheriff chased us off the property. Must admit that I just hated digging those latrines in the woods.

So little Moonbeam is all grown up now! I remember how he used to love to sit and braid the ladies’ hair. What a handy little fellow.

After leaving the commune we settled in a small college town where alot of “our kind” of people live. We raise pretty green plants on our property. We dry the leaves and pulverize them and add them, for an extra little kick, to the brownies and cupcakes that we bake. The customers love them and business is good.

One sad note. We had to put ole Granny into the county home. We had suspected that all was not quite right with her when she insisted on walking around naked but things really hit the fan when she walked into a meeting of the Presbyterian Women’s Bible Study Group wearing nothing but her Depends and a scarf around her head. The women were really upset so we had to take action. Granny is very happy in her new abode. She has three meals a day and ice cream every afternoon.

Life goes on and we are all well. We look forward to your letter of 2012.”

 

2012

Chers Faux Amis,

Another year of living and giving. Gosh. So busy. Zelda and I completed six self-help seminars. Our sex life and relationship always open to group scrutiny for the common good. Little Moonbeam is now quite the young man. He is working for a secret non-profit dedicated to raising money for forgotten tribes on remote Pacific islands. So caring. Clever, too. Tax-free trips to paradise.

We’ve joined a new religion. Mayanastroism. If the world doesn’t end, we are screwed. Of course, we have eschewed cyber-consumerism. This yuletide, knitting scarves and brewing birch-branch tea for Sandy victims. So rewarding. Holly-branch houses to give to the kids. Best to wear gloves, little ones!

The economy has improved in our enchanted enclave. We’ve been able to replace the canoe and are building a new boathouse on the Connecticut funded by the community, needless to say. Mephistopheles, our elderly tabby, continues to terrorize little creatures much to our delight. Take off your clothes, and join us at the Capitol protest. Fresh air and naked Pilates, please. Stretch! Stretch! Stretch!

Peace and love until…

The Bidrights
Silent H, Massachusetts

2013

Dear Faux Amis,

Annual oversharing tidings! So much to tell. The year was mostly serene. Our carefully curated Facebook page filled with montages of selfies in canoes. Portraying our truly rich life. Then in August we all went Osage County.

Moonbeam joined the 21st Century and discovered Candy Crush game. No time for global causes now. Living in the basement, he clicks away all day while malevolent Mephistopheles the cat jumps on his head. Moonie only leaves his lair to meet me upstairs nightly for gluten-free snacks and quite a few high balls.

I’ve given up naked Pilates. Drugs seem more convenient. Purple pills, blue pills, pink pills. Pretty to look at every morning. And they go down easy with my protein shake. I have contracted tuberculosis, leprosy, and my head is falling off as the result of side-effects. But, there are pills for that, too. So.

Haven’t seen Zelda in a few months. Moonbeam and I get facetime calls periodically from Vegas. Her credit card seems to have gone dry. What with so many sparkly jumpsuits, it’s no surprise. Lots of zippers. But, she is off fulfilling a dream. Pole dancing for men in brocade vests and cowboy hats. You go, girl!

As Town Manager here in Silent H, Mass., I proudly succeeded in banning nuts from our schools. Nobody left in class. But, hey. Tomorrow is a latter day.

Happy Thanks Kristmakkah,
The Bidrights

Spring 2014

Dear Friends & Others,

I couldn’t wait for Kristmas to tell you our exciting news. Happy Spring! MoonBeam has kicked the Candy Crush addiction and is off to Colorado, to embark on a career in cannabis retail. Zelda finally tired of her entertainment phase and is back from Vegas. Now she wants to start a new chapter.

So we decided to build an eco-friendly home in Pronounced H, Massachusetts. Always conscious of the greater good, we are thrilled with our new project. Found the perfect heavily wooded lot in a family neighborhood. Oops. Had to annihillate all those annoying trees to make room for our sun. Solar zone! But, hey. I’m naked like a tree. It’s the only way to be. Apologies to David Gray.

Anyway. Footprint got away from us. Lots of big machines. Oil truck empties real quick. Cranky neighbors. Geez. The shovel dozer parked on their doorstep looks like a yellow Easter bunny. The mud pile in front of their picture window reminds us of Mt. Mansfield. How can they not enjoy that view every day?

Mephistopheles the cat is so looking forward to moving in! She hates our two new pure breed pigs. But, oh well. Rescue mutt next door will have to deal. In the meantime, we’ll replace CoExist bumper sticker with WeExist.

Until Kristmakkah.

The Bidrights
Silent H, Massachusetts

Kristmas 2014

Chers Faux Amis,

Six months since exciting Spring update. And. Well. Yes. We’ve moved from Silent H to Pronounced H, Massachusetts. Our matchy cottage is finally finished. Blue-gray is the color of the day. Two houses next door can paint theirs. Ours is permanent. So. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. No? Built a fenced-in pig-pen out front. What will Zoning Board say about that? Little hogs will have to tangle with aging Mephistopheles the cat. Money’s on Meph.

The fresh outlook is wonderful. We can see right into neighbors’ windows with no trees in our way. Sunbeams galore on our PV panels. Speaking of which. Moonbeam is back from Colorado. He’s almost 30 now and training at the medical marijuana clinic here in town. Goody. He can move in with us again and resurrect Candy Crush marathons in the brand new basement!

Zelda still needs to replace Prius CoExist bumper sticker with WeExist. Bought each other matchy-matchy winter jackets, too. It’s a theme. Have to collect melted snow from the plastic barrels now. Happy Kristwaanzakkah to all.

The Bidrights,

Newly of Northampton (pronounced h)
Formerly of Amherst (silent h)

2015

Happy Kwanzaakah All,

Yes. It’s us again. The Bidrights. Here to regale you with our wonderment in 2015. We are enjoying our new town so much. Although people aren’t very friendly. They keep to themselves. I understand we are known as the moonbat Mulchkins in the ‘hood because of my lust for mulch instead of grass. Zelda remains very anti-wood. Her arborcidal mania has left no tree behind. The yard is now like a desert. We are living our own mirage.

Two new pedigree pigs and Meph the Cat are constantly pooping in the front pen, but Zelda loves picking up all their crap in her purple bathrobe at dawn. And she adores the fresh air, hanging her elderly underpants on the clothes line for all to admire. Moonbeam gets a little embarrassed when he comes home early from work at the marijuana clinic to find us canoodling on our hammock in front of the neighbors’ big bay window. I’m sure they are jealous of our devotion. And. We just built a little stone patio that drops into a water hole. Hope the little toddlers don’t wander in. Oh well. WeExist. Our lives matter.

Until next year! People next door are outta here.

The Bidrights
Pronounced H, Massachusetts

2016

Deflated Tidings,

I know you’re all awaiting our upbeat holiday news from winsome Western Massachusetts. Regret to report that we end 2016 in severe post-election shock. An unholy macro-aggression has been perpetrated against our New England progressive pseudo-peace.

Decided to try growing magic mushrooms on our mulch farm. Psilocybin is said to ward off acute TTSD (Traumatic Trump Stress Disorder). Zelda’s a zombie, yanking weeds in her purple bathrobe at dawn. Our manboy Moonbeam was last seen buried under Bernie signs in the basement months ago. So. I hang out with Meph the cat in the frontyard pigpen scooping poop for hours on end.

Back in our old burg, Silent H, the Lord Jeffs have been tomahawked. So to speak. And Hampshire College has banned the American flag. Solace indeed. Still blessed to live in the Happy Valley of safe spaces.

More good news. Cranky next door neighbors moved to NYC. They’ve been replaced by a young couple from L.A. Hope we can coerce these neophytes into cutting down all their sugar maples for our photovoltaic benefit. Anyway. If you see our crabby former neighbors in the Big Apple, tell them they are missing out on all the fun in the old ‘hood.

Until next year,

The Bidrights
Pronounced H, Massachusetts

 

Bye Bye Bidrights!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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