Long time no blog

Last weekend we went to MassMoCA, which is the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art. It's located about an hour Northwest of us in the Berkshires. For me 'The Berkshires' conjures thoughts of quaint, pastoral, mountain towns...perhaps similar to 'The Poconos' but without the champagne glass hot tubs. Though it was rural and mountainous, it was also grey and dirty. We had a January melt , over 50 degrees for 3 days in a row, which caused all the snow to recede, leaving nothing but 2 months worth of discarded garbage and DPW sand in the dead looking tree lined streets. I'm sure this area is gorgeous in the summer, and for sure in the fall...but during a Mid-Winter melt? Not so much.

That is until we got 7" of snow on Monday. It covered all the garbage right up, and hopefully we won't see it again until Spring. Lovingly known as Mud Season. Never heard of Mud Season? It's the approximately 5 weeks between the snow melt and the reappearance of vegetation. It's the one time of year the New England tourist board has had trouble with:

Summer – Come North, get out of the city and enjoy the cool breeze, hike in the Green Mountains or vacation at one of our many lakes!

Fall – Haven’t you heard of Autumn in New England?! Do you live under a rock?

Winter – Ski, snowboard, take sleigh rides pulled by large jingle-belled horses

Then comes Spring. The snow melts, the land is barren, the ground is soggy, and then it rains. The tulips have yet to pop and the trees look dead and worn from a long winter. But, since any young marketing executive loves a challenge, now they are pushing this as the "undiscovered season." What can you possibly do? Well, I'll tell you!

Spas all over Vermont and the Berkshires are claiming their mud to be the most cleansing and rejuvenating. Having trouble getting over the last remnants of seasonal affective disorder, come up and sit in mud!

All things motorized and noisy are more fun in the mud! Bring your ATV, dirtbike, what have you. Just don't expect a quiet retreat in the country.

Bed and Breakfasts are half price. Just remember to remove your shoes before walking on their antique heart-pine floors.

Don’t know about you, but I’d rather be in Cabo.