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Saturday Miss Whatsit and I went to Bash Bish Falls. It was Copake Falls Day, but I found out Bash Bish is actually on the bum end of Massachusetts and not part of Copake Falls. When Miss Whatsit and I got to Bash Bish we took the scenic route down to the falls, meaning we hiked. As I have previously mentioned I am not a hiker. I’d like to say my sense of adventure was completely responsible but most of the first half of the hike was down and I have a feeling that helped convince non-hiking me to keep going a lot. We went off the beaten path walking toward the sound of water, passing signs stating things like “No Swimming Restricted Area” and “Do Not Enter”. Past that point we found a beautiful clear pool that looked to be about 7 feet across, 10 feet wide and 10 feet deep. I made the rookie mistake of thinking I’d taken a picture of the pool when I hadn’t. I did take a picture of the mini-waterfall leading to the pool.
Miss Whatsit dipped her toes in and declared that the water was frigid. But before I could stick my big toe in a couple of guys who work for Massachusetts parks came and told us we were in restricted area. Our only defense was we didn’t swim (I know it sounded thin even when we were saying it then), which was the case, but since Miss Whatsit and I were both wearing our bathing suits we clearly had intended on swimming. We gathered our stuff and the two guys who came to break the news to us waited.
As we walked down I was unsure if we were being escorted out or if they were going to take us and book us for being on restricted public property. Our single line formation was what worried me most- a guard, Miss Whatsit, myself and then the second guard. Turns out they were only escorting us back to the right spot at the bottom of the falls. After we got down to the bottom, Miss Whatsit and I turned around and we walked back up to Bonnie. The walk up reminded me why I don’t hike and since I didn’t bring any water with me I ended up getting a hangover-like headache from dehydration.
With our original plans busted, Miss Whatsit and I decided to go get ice cream in Hudson. Although the two people working at Lick didn’t know if their chocolate products were made with fair trade chocolate I still like the ice cream parlor. Lick has all these crazy flavors like lavender and minced ginger. Miss Whatsit liked her killer chocolate waffle cone, but I loved my chai waffle cone. Although now that I’m thinking about the experience I probably should have asked if they used chai spices or chai tea instead of assuming they only used chai spices.

