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.
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