“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt
Last one in my little Woodstock series… Time to wrap it up and move on to the next adventure… Since I didn’t really share any pictures of the official town of Woodstock, I thought I would here as a fare thee well…
Thursday morning came way too soon. The end of our little getaway-from-reality-and-live-in-the-moment escape was almost over.
We – okay, I – made one last breakfast using whatever leftovers from our little grocery expeditions: smoked turkey, peppers, cheese, bread, and made a variation of a high-end grilled cheese. B, of course, had a couple extra crêpes as well. Any leftovers were going home with him and since I had made a ridiculous quantity, he was sure to have himself another breakfast back home; and, if his daughter was lucky, she might have some too! (I did learn later that he did share…the pancakes but not the garden vodka!)
We had to pack up and be out of the Airbnb by 11 am so, after breakfast and a shower, we packed up and loaded our cars. Then, loathe to part so soon, we took one last drive into the town proper, parked the car and strolled, while we chatted and I snapped pics. We marvelled at how easy our three days had been. We had become friends on line and our three days together just solidified that friendship. We had found our beat and went with it. A suggestion here, an idea there and we were in total cahoots. So very glad I can never say I shoulda, coulda, woulda.
“The present moment is filled with joy and happiness. If you are attentive, you will see it.”
― Thich Nhat Hanh,
The town really does have a nice artsy vibe to it and shows how it has been, not just a hippie town (though, of course, it still is) but a town that welcomes artists of all kinds. They still hold various festivals to this day.
You have the requisite head shops because, you know, Woodstock!
And there are lovely homes and buildings of all sorts.
As well as really funky joints and places to sit.
Though this sign explained the reason for the sad state of the flag, it was the car that drew me. I had the feeling the car has been there as long as the flag has in memory of 9/11.
One last one before I go… A lovely stream goes through part of the town, so I had to capture it.
There was still much to see but no more time to do so. B drove us back to my car, we hugged and kissed and went our separate ways, basking in the memories we created.
“The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye, the story of love is hello and goodbye…until we meet again”
― Jimi Hendrix