Just before you pass the roadside ice cream stand, you begin to notice the sweeping view - cloaked in mist if you catch it in the morning. The green and purple mountains are seen three or four towns distant, an unbroken view straight across our valley and over to Whiteface. Our cemetery looks out on those mountains - the most beautiful resting place ever.
You'll pull past a few farms, edging the road for generations, cows to the right and the Fall Corn Maze to the left, Friday Flashlight Night being a favorite local attraction. A wood and stone church announces your arrival in a little tumbledown village. It's the kind of place you pull through on your way to somewhere else - "Wasn't there a store back there?"
It's not quaint, it's a little ramshackle, and it's made more for function than form. But it's clear that lives are being lived here, that there is pride in ownership. New trees are always being planted. Annual flowers are plunked down each Spring. Holiday lights are hung out. In late Summer, the blueberries along the edges of the town park are for anybody that wants to bother. You'll see us out - There's almost always a project going at each house.
Sure, there are a few examples of true local beauty, but those are tucked back on side roads and behind homes - the gorgeous private park built over a decade, the house that used to be a Presbyterian church, the old foundations of a once grand hotel, an old grange hall full of antiques lovingly restored. If you stop at the store, you'll likely find a few of us hanging around chatting about the weather, how business is, or that junky house down Easy Street.
Spring is almost here, and folks will soon be passing through. If you can't stop, be sure to wave or honk when you pass through - we all do. Especially in good weather, the old gents will probably be outside the store, Tom and Jake will be 'round and about the woodshop, Gus and the ladies will be in the diner, and those city transplants we adopted a few years ago are always out - forever sticking their head down that well and fussing with things in the yard.
We'll see you this weekend if you're around.