I highly recommend the general store/eatery at the eastern end of this bridge; take in the mix of old and new, order a Treehugger sandwich with avocado and some double cut fries, and slow down to whatever music is wafting about the store – some soft Brazilian rhythms on the afternoon of my visit.
Norma, one of the owners, said the rains from Hurricane Irene brought this “stream” up to the base of the bridge, probably 16 feet above the riverbed.
From the grounds of the Chatham Bars Inn, one of the pricier places to stay in town. Unfortunately we already had reservations at a campground up the road.
I imagine one lure of farming is in the simplicity (though potential monotony) of the tasks. Tedding this field, for instance (gathering the mown hay lying flat on the ground into windrows to allow better aeration), probably took under an hour to complete, and the farmer may very well have been on autopilot during that entire time. His attention could have been anywhere, perhaps even within a profoundly meditative state. That’s a significant freedom to enjoy in one’s work, and art.