A perfect pit stop

I usually don’t stop for lunch on the road, but by mid-afternoon, especially in the summer, I am always on the lookout for an ice cream stand.

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That thought was on my mind when I drove into tiny Hardwick, Massachusetts on Route 32A a few weeks ago on a meandering ride back to Connecticut from brother Rick’s house in New Hampshire. 

The place was so small I knew there wouldn’t be an ice cream shop—or any other commercial establishment for that matter.

But as I approached the town green I spotted a kid with his parents walking along and the kid was eating what looked like ice cream out of a white container with a plastic spoon.  Where did he get that, I wondered.

img_6587cAs I rounded the green I noticed a group of people, a cluster of shade tents and the sound of music.  I parked and got out.  A small farmers’ market:  a cheese and beef seller, produce vendor, a pastry tent, a handmade soap tent, and a guy with homemade ice cream.  And as a plus there was a small band and a woman painting pet portraits.

 

It was a perfect pit stop: homemade ice cream and a fresh fruit pastry to eat, a bench to sit on, shade to enjoy, a band to listen to, and, if I had needed it, a bathroom in the nearby town hall.

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2 Responses to A perfect pit stop

  1. Joan Tallman Latta says:

    These are the best. When I lived in Pinehurst, NC at our local farmers market there was always a peach farmer with fresh peach ice cream to die for!

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  2. DJ says:

    The throwback to the best of America’s simple pleasures. The canvas you paint, Ron, gives the
    feeling of a much simpler time – so much more difficult to conjure these days. Thank you for a lovely feeling of ease & contentment. Journey on, my friend.

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