After yesterday's "Renaissance Day," today was the "Shakespeare Festival" here in Clinton, New Jersey. Much better attended.
KH planned what was surely one of the nicest afternoons a gal of my inclinations could hope for. He broke out his beat-up, tried-and-true Ford Model A convertible, and we enjoyed a lovely Sunday drive. Rather bumpier than expected through beautiful Ken Lockwood Gorge in Califon, New Jersey. The New Jersey Department of Environmental Protection must plain not maintain that magical road along the Raritan River.
Feature destination: Valley Shepherd Creamery, in Long Valley, New Jersey. A bona fide, state-of-the-art, little agri-tourism sheep creamery—who knew! We got a tour from one of the creamery owners, who made no bones about anything. The sweet little male lambs? Straight to the freezer! The business of the creamery was totally fascinating.
KH and I continued on, to the falls at Hacklebarney State Park. There we enjoyed a lovely, late, picnic lunch of fruit, crackers, salami, and, of course, sheep's milk cheeses.
Along the way, KH attempted to teach me to drive the Model A. For this special vehicle anyway, I couldn't resist assuming the cliché role of the woman who can't operate a manual transmission. If the car could have been broken, I surely would have done it. KH was very brave.
This is my bit of a blog. Rambling words about rambling days. No focus and nothing ambitious. I seem to write most about local color, nature, and animals, and there is an incomplete chunk about my road trips of 2011.
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