Southfield Store
When we went looking for land, we had a destination in mind. For years, we had been spending our weekends in Litchfield, Connecticut. Every Friday, we’d pack up the car in New York and drive a couple of hours north to an unparalleled piece of property just outside of town. To be exact, we rented a house on a 1,200 acre estate that was ours for the rambling. The only trouble was that we didn’t own it. For a long time, that didn’t matter to us. The owners were hardly ever there, and we had free run of one of the most spectacular places to live in New England. For various reasons, replicating this experience on our own was impossible. But two things were imperative as we began our search — enough land to spread out on and enough culture to keep us going on the weekends.
So here’s a sampler of what you’ll find within striking distance of our new home. The Southfield Store for meeting up with neighbors and a bite. Cafe Adam for fine and friendly dining. Butternut Mountain for a kitschy take on downhill skiing. Bear Mountain for leaving the rest of the world behind. The magical gardens at Ashintully. The Appalachian Trail for x-county traipsing. Tanglewood for classical day dreams. Club Helsinki for folk and blues. Yale Music School for summer lazing. The Stockbridge Bowl for sailing. The Route 7 Grill for smoking hot food. The porch of the Red Lion Inn for G&Ts in August. And that’s just for starters…
