Hubby and I woke up to a partly cloudy sky and with the fizzy drinks completely out of our system, we walked back to the 6 House Pub for our complementary continental breakfast. It certainly felt continental because of the 12 Scandinavians speaking their gutteral viking language on the other side of the dining room. (I noticed they didn’t tip the serving woman. The Euro must not be pulling its earning power like it used to.)
Jacked up on coffee and danish (see…very continental), we checked out of the motel and headed down Route 7. The sun was trying to peak through the clouds and, at times, it won the struggle. But Hubby and I knew it would be a lost cause later in the day.
We parked at the Running Brook Trailhead and I took this lovely picture before taking our first steps toward Mt. Greylock’s summit:
We sat for a few minutes looking east and then realized that the temperature was dropping. We headed back down the trail right when it started to pour. Luckily we were protected under the remaining canopy and by the time we made it back to our Matrix, the rain was over and the temperature was warmer.
After all that hiking, there was one thing left to do…celebrate! We heard about a pub in Lanesboro that has an amazing beer selection, The Old Forge Restaurant, on Route 7. Holy Crap!!! This is a great place! From the outside it doesn’t look like much but inside is woody and exudes local watering hole (but not in a “bar” kind of way.) Hubby and I ordered the half order of nachos and butternut raviolis with cranberries. Both plates were amazing but the beer…The beer menu was at least ten pages with liquid refreshment from around the world. We both tried Founders Breakfast Stout and could totally taste the coffee and chocolate! The other beer we tried was the Imperial Pumpkin Ale from Weyerbacher Brewing Co. Besides Milly’s Tavern’s Pumpkin Ale (Manchester, NH), this was one of the best pumpkin beers we’ve tasted. We sat next to a family visiting the Berkshires from England. It was interesting about their thoughts on America. They were having a smashing time and said Americans were extremely friendly and helpful (except for the employees at JFK airport).
We waddled out of the restaurant and reluctantly got back onto the road toward home. We had a marvelous time in the western part of the state. If only it wasn’t so “tin foil” in it’s politics…