Dream Away Lodge, Becket, MA |
Next we went to Edith Wharton's The Mount. We have not been there in several years and it was pleasurable to see the progress they have made in restoration. The plaster carved ceilings were impressive. The only Wharton book I've read is Ethan Frome.
This evening we went to a fun and funky place, The Dream Away Lodge. I discovered it by reading a previous guest's notes in the guest book. The drive is about 8 miles up the mountain, through deep woods, past a few homes; no cars were on the road. One pulls up to a large white house on a small hill with dozens of cars parked on the lot. Where did they all come from? Directing parking, the valet was dressed in torn off shorts, red tee shirt, floppy gray felt hat and sporting a beard. Immediately, I knew this would be fun. The front yard sloped down to the road with a scattering of chairs and tables. To one side a big fire pit was billowing smoke and hosting a few people who were cooling off with beer. Kids were running all over. We ate on a rambling porch that wrapped around the house. Plenty more seating was inside in rooms that had never been altered to become a restaurant. The center room held a stage and musical instruments. Every Wednesday and Friday local musicians play. Once upon a time, Joan Baez, Pete Seeger, Dylan, Guthrie, etc have all played here. What history. After dinner we stayed for a bit of music from Podunk. This will become a tradition, I think.