It’s not a horrendous drive, it just takes time, and the whole trip takes up the whole day. That’s time that could spent doing laundry or cutting wood or mowing the lawn. It was a beautiful day, if not a bit warm, and we took a different route and arrived with plenty of time. In fact, we got there just as two of his teammates pulled in, and even went on a quick walk with G&TW, where we took a wrong turn and got a little lost in the woods for a bit. Not really lost, but we had to backtrack, and the game was about to start.
The last two games were definitely exciting, especially the last, which was against the home team, Middlebury. They have a good lacrosse program, and their youth hockey program is a powerhouse, but N’s team played well and beat them. It was a back and forth game in the first three quarters, but by the last quarter, N’s team was pretty much in control. It was a meeting of the two undefeated teams in the tournament, so it was a good matchup. Afterward, they had cake and drinks, and then we headed back home.
Now this is where it got kind of interesting, because we decided to take an alternate route home, and it was a little more challenging, to say the least. Let’s just say it was one of those routes where there are no signs and only the experienced know what to look for. We, of course, are not included in this group. We had heard about this fabled passage from many of the other lacrosse families who had made the sojourn up to Middlebury in the past, and they made it sound so easy. Just make a few right turns, then a left, and you’re there. Yeah, right.
After the game, I spoke with several families who all said it was a nicer way to go because you go right through the Green Mountains, which is nice, but mountain roads can be slower and more windy. After discussing it with N, we decided to go for it. Life’s a journey of discovery, right? He took the map and I drove, and the we made our way south. We simply approached each junction as a goal, and that made it simpler. The trickiest part was getting to Bethel, because to get there, we had to find a road out of a town called Rochester which was not clearly marked. The directions I got were to drive to the village, turn left and go up the hill about a mile, and then turn right at a paved road. How’s that for vague? You’d never deduce that from the map.
When we arrived in Rochester, the road in question wasn’t obvious, and we ended up passing it. When we backtracked, there was a small park and as luck would have it, one of N’s teammates was hanging in the park having ice cream. We pulled over and asked for directions, and he pointed us in the right direction. We made it over the hill and into Bethel, and from there, you’re supposed to take the 12 into Pomfret and then you’re home. Of course, I kind of screwed up and jumped on the 89, thinking it was quicker, but I don’t think it was. Plus, the 89 is a drag, it seems so long and monotonous.
Either way, we made it home in less than two hours. I think the secret passage is quicker, though again, the mountain roads can be a bit of a chore. I prefer it, however, and would take it again, though I think the road is closed in winter.
It was a fun, lacrosse filled weekend, and now it’s over, so we can have a break, at least until summer hockey starts. One bummer was that we missed ultimate frisbee, and I think they had a good crew this time. Sometimes, you just can’t have it all.
Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to S. Darkly for the pic.