We whizzed rather quickly north and broke free of greater New York, picking up route 7 which took us up through Connecticut and into the Berkshires, Massachusetts. We passed through glorious wooded areas interspersed with quaint townships filled with inns, hostelries, antiques shops and craft stores. This was the quintessential New England we had crossed the pond to see.
Our first night camping here was spent at the Historic Valley Campground in North Adams, just off the famous, scenic Mohawk Trail. Halloween must be a big thing here. The campground is already all kitted out for the fun!
Here is a visitor we had the following morning:
And here is a view of the lake that was just yards from our tent before the sun fully burned off the mist: