Our power is out, no cell, no road out but our house was untouched.
Yesterday was filled with long walks along Route 4 - Marion and Charles rode to Woodstock - no cars were allowed through so it was a surreal prominade. People walking, sharing their stories, news from the 'outside'.
We spent a second night with the scent of beeswax candles, light flickering, chatting softly in our living room and trying to keep, well I don't know, just trying to keep it going. Happy we are together, me, Charles, Charlie and Marion.
Thinking of everyone.
|route 4 - bridgewater|
|flooded mill bridge|
|miranda's pottery at the bridgewater mill|