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The sad drive back to Boston

I'm used to it now. Whether it's after a week or a weekend, I can't stand leaving Red Acre Cottage and heading back to Boston. This morning it got a little emotional. It was an amazing morning. After a week of frigid temps and about 18 inches of snow, a warm rain fell and it was about 55 degrees when I left this morning. There was an eerie fog that lay along the ground like a marine layer, slinking along the shore. When I got down in the valley, on Rte 100, the mist was formed into great swaths that resembled whales. It was like whales were swimming through the valley at about 50 feet! I wish I had pulled over and gotten a photo. As I drove through the valley from Hancock to Stockbridge, around each corner was a new surprise. The ground water is saturated and overflowing the White River. Interesting ice flows have formed where the water has pushed past it's banks and widened to look massive. It's a sight to see! 

I feel like I've really found my home in the Hollows above Rochester, VT. Now I just have to be patient and wait until I can call it home full-time. 

 The White River has overflowed it's banks and come right up to the edge of the road! 

The White River has overflowed it's banks and come right up to the edge of the road! 

The whole way home was thick fog like pea soup and heavy rain. I like driving in those conditions though. It makes it a little more exciting and I stay alert.