7934.3 Miles

So we arrived at our lodging for the night. No microwave, but a big fridge, an oven and a stove. And in a separate room! There was also a large room with a flatscreen TV and lots of nice furniture. An office space! And a separate bedroom! And a large empty bedroom! And look – pictures of our kids on the wall –

The last day Tony had the idea to stop in Bethel, the site of the Woodstock Festival in 1969. We didn’t realize that Yazger’s Farm had a new owner and on its site is a music venue and a wonderful museum dedicated to the decade of the 1960’s. We spent a few hours exploring the museum and gazing at the field where the festival took place. It brought back memories for Tony, who was there, and, for me it put into perspective much of our history, as a country, and for me and my family. It was such a dynamic and tumultuous, divisive and revolutionary time for all of us. Walking through the museum answered some questions and put to rest some of the ancient angst of my youth. It was the perfect bow with which to tie up this nostalgic trip through the memories of my childhood.

We continued on down Route 17 to 6, to the Bear Mountain Bridge, and home. The apartment looked strangely familiar, and it took a few days to begin to ease back into life at home. Even writing that, though, makes me continue to question the meaning of the word, and I’ll be thinking about that a lot as I begin to sift through the photographs and make sense of it all.

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