There is a well known musician who performs each summer at Tanglewood in the Berkshires. I learned he wakes early and is known to take his guitar to a secluded overlook and play as the sun rises.
I had a particularly ornery group of German and Dutch visitors so I set up the scenario. The entire two days prior to our arrival in Lenox, MA, I used the Brer Rabbit technique.
I will be rising early to take a silent walk through a magical wood where once a year beautiful melodies can be heard wafting through the trees as the summer sun rises.
Not so surprising was the fact that only 24 of the 29 passengers took me up on the offer to accompany me. The others scoffed, arrogantly proclaiming it was utter nonsense.
The Inn appreciated my adventure and I set out well supplied. In my backpack I carried a carafe of coffee, a carafe of hot water, tea, cocoa and condiments along with two loaves of bread, some cheese and meats. We headed out 35 minutes before dawn with constant reminders that once we were in the woods we must be silent.
Our circuitous route through the woods lead us to a perch where the vast valley spread below us surrounded by Berkshire mountain sentinels. Placing my index finger to my mouth I quieted everyone. Just as the first ribbon of sun’s rays broke the darkness of the valley we heard it. It couldn’t have been scripted this well. The timing was perfect. Faint, familiar strains of guitar melodies.
My groups’ expressions were worth the effort. Good-by ornery passengers. For several tunes we sat silently with our thoughts. As the new day dawned and the morning fog lifted from the valley, the music ended replaced by incredulous smiles all around. I opened my pack and revealed our hikers’ feast. Could life get any better than this?!
Yes, yes it could. It was my turn to be surprised, a rustling in the woods to our right startled us. Fearing the worse, I rose with my plastic butter knife, stood on my haunches ready to defend my group. A faint laugh followed by, “Good thing I’m not a bear. Would you mind if I join you?” The eavesdropping travellers were caught. He knew we were there all along.
The Berkshires – October 2009
Kim Cabral
Licensed Charleston Tour Guide