A Glorious Sunday Drive

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What you looking at, you lazy bum?

You have to understand that not only does my husband (Mr. B), have a very demanding job but he also has the work ethic of an Ox.  Me?  I like to work hard but my pace is more like that of a three-legged donkey.

So weekends for Mr. B are not about lounging around with me drinking Sangria and doing jigsaw puzzles.  For him, daylight hours are to be used to their fullest.  One must get things done from sunrise to when the sun don’t shine no more.

 Imagine my joy when last Sunday, he decided to be a slacker and take me on a mystery drive during daylight hours, people!

He told me to dress sporty (because he knows me too well) and to prepare for an active day.  After changing my outfit 17 times, putting my sneakers on and applying bright red lipstick, I was ready for the day.

Take a look at the images of this glorious day:

Shelburne Falls, MA         brickhousechick.com

The only bridge of its kind in the world.  It was built in 1908 as a trolley bridge across the Deerfield River between the towns of Shelburne and Buckland.  When the trolley line stopped in 1928, the 400-foot concrete path was left abandoned. In 1929, Antoinette and Walter Burnham with the help of the Shelburne Falls Woman’s Club, transformed it into a bridge of flowers.  There are more than 500 varieties of annuals and perennials planted on this bridge.

It was truly breath-taking

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We then ate brunch at a quaint outdoor café, where I spotted a bald eagle flying over us.  When you are married to a birder and you spot a good bird before he does – YAHOO!

Sorry, it was pretty high up there.

Right around the corner from the bridge, we headed down to see the historic glacial pot holes.  Originally a cascading waterfall, it is now one of the 10 dams built on the Deerfield River (one of the most heavily used rivers in the country) as part of the hydroelectric development in 1910.



Here is a brief description on how the potholes were formed:

“When the last glaciers melted, the Connecticut River Valley was flooded, creating a huge lake – Lake Hitchcock. As the lake drained, it swelled the flow of the Deerfield River. The river, carrying in its rushing waters a large load of stones, sand and mud, began to erode the hard metamorphic rock over which it flowed.”

“Potholes formed when stones trapped in cracks in the riverbed were twirled and vibrated in the fast-moving current, drilling their way into the river bottom. If you look carefully, you can see some of the rounded stones that carved out these potholes.” (courtesy of Greater Northampton Chamber of Commerce)




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Until several years ago the public was allowed to walk the potholes and swim by the river but because of hazardous conditions and injuries,  access in now restricted.

Our last stop (well, I waited in the car because of my fear of train tracks, it’s a long story) was the Hoosac Tunnel.

Hoosac Tunnel U.S. National Register of Historic Places

Hoosac Tunnel
U.S. National Register of Historic Places

It is an active railway tunnel that runs through the Hoosac Mountain.  At 4.75 miles long, it remains the longest active transportation tunnel east of the Rocky Mountains. The tunnel project was completed in order to connect Boston to upstate New York.

Sadly, there were 193 lives lost during construction.  It was nicknamed “The Bloody Pit.”

An old Postcard from 1909 advertising a Hoosac Tunnel excursion. HoosacTunnel.net

An old Postcard from 1909 advertising a Hoosac Tunnel excursion. HoosacTunnel.net

Mr. B was brave enough (it’s an active track, mind you) to walk to the entrance of it and take a peek.   Fortunately, he did not go inside.  Between the fear of an oncoming train and  tales of ghosts heard screaming inside, he felt it was imperative that he make his peeking, a quick one.

Read about Ghosts of the Bloody Pit here.

Our wonderful day ended with a family dinner out with our kids, once we got home.

A Glorious Sunday Drive Indeed

43 thoughts on “A Glorious Sunday Drive

    1. I don’t get tired of looking at those photos. The flowers were out of this world. 🙂 It’s amazing how much history we have access to right in our own back yards that we take for granted.


  1. he also has the work ethic of an Ox. Me? I like to work hard but my pace is more like that of a three-legged donkey.

    That almost sounds like Cimmorene and I, respectively… errrr, I mean, I love my wife and everything she does.

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  2. Your husband is truly awesome, Maria. What a great day! I would have loved to be on that bridge of flowers. Your photos are so lovely. What a perfect day for going to so many great places!

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  3. What a perfect Sunday drive…your hubby is a good man, I can tell 😉 Now, Maria, you say I had some flower porn on my blog, but oh baby, this has to top that! Oh that bridge! I want to walk along it so badly! I’ve never seen such a bridge in all my life! Beautiful it is. And I adore that photo of you…perfect setting. I agree about the tunnel, very spooky. And one more thing, just as a little bit of food for thought: the name ‘Shelburne’ isn’t too dissimilar to a beautiful town only 10 minutes from us called Sherborne. Me and hubby got married there…so very special to us. This struck me, reading your post…
    Beautiful photos, love the narrative and learning all the history. Great post Maria, thanks so much for sharing. Have a great weekend Maria – whatever you do and wherever you go… 😀 😎 ❤

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    1. The tunnel looks cool from afar. That’s all I need. He said he could immediately feel the cooler temperature coming from the tunnel. Cool, damp, dark, spooky and on railroad tracks? NO THANKS! 🙂


    1. Mr. B definitely had it going on that day! We need to have more of those. 🙂 I am glad you enjoyed the eye candy. I was able to eventually get up from my kneeling position. Thank you for your kind compliment. 🙂


  4. That bridge. !!!!! I’d LOVE to see that.

    We used to rent a cabin in NE GA, and the creek there had deep pot holes like that. Some of them were so deep we couldn’t use a long tree branch to touch bottom. I didn’t realize they were probably glacial. They were just like these.

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    1. Oh Andra, the combination of the blue sky, the blue water and the fragrant and vibrant flowers was…orgasmic? 🙂 The pot holes are quite fascinating and the stones have beautiful streaks on them. The eagle was a bonus. 🙂


    1. The husband gets big brownie points for that one. It is so difficult for him to relax and enjoy things. He had a wonderful time as well. You couldn’t pay me to peek into that tunnel! 🙂


  5. What a glorious and well deserved day out for my friend, Maria! Mr. B did good! Tell him thank you, I know you needed this. Thank you for sharing all of your beautiful photos and the history lesson! A 4+ mile long tunnel….no way would I get in that thing! xoxo

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    1. He sure done good! It was such a simple yet wonderful day. I wanted to dive right into those magnificent flowers. I may have gotten kicked off the bridge so I am glad I didn’t. I hope to have more of these days as our nest empties! 🙂


    1. That’s wonderful! I had been there many years ago but it felt like the first time, it was so gorgeous. It helped that it was a perfect breezy blue sky day. Hope you get there soon. 🙂


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