Chasing Waterfalls: MA edition

Earlier this session, I achieved the second lowest seniority rate in the office when a new addition was made to the team. Ironically, our new colleague hailed from Fulton, thereby doubling the Fultonite population on our floor, and making it so that our per capita Fulton representation is now three times above the national average. Currently, according to census data that I have reviewed, only Roessleville, NY has a higher per capita Fultonite population than our office.

This past weekend, I went hiking in the Berkshires with my aforementioned colleague, and in a surprising turn of events, the hike also became installment numero dos of Chasing Waterfalls after we encountered this cascade.

I saw it, I documented it - it counts.

We were joined on the hike by Idgie, who yes, is named after this Idgie. Look at that face...there is no way you can resist it.The other great part about being in the Berkshires on Friday - besides that it also meant I was not at work - was that it was a homecoming of sorts. Both of the summer camps I worked at during my college years are in the Berkshires. And, even better, it's like being in that James Taylor song...

"Now the first of December was covered with snow

And so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston

The berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting

With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go"

By the way, there are a lot of people in Colorado that bad mouth East Coast mountains and they all need to shut their pie-holes. I was winded after the first steep climb. And as I write this looking out my windows, I can see mountains in every direction. In Colorado, if you live on the Front Range, you can only see mountains to the West.