Yael D.
Yelp
As we pulled in the lot to park the car, the attendant regaled us with his description of English teachers so giddy with excitement, they're practically peeing in their pants at the mere thought of exploring this place. Okay, so am totally paraphrasing. But he so said something to this effect. Though hubby, me, and the kid weren't nearly as gaga, am glad we had the chance to stop here:
Unfortunately, we didn't have a whole lot of time, so we wound up just walking the Pond's shoreline perimeter. It did feel vaguely serene, though less so as we continued and more people showed up. It took longer than I thought it would to make it all the way around. By then, we were only able to stop and check out the replica of Thoreau's little, and I do mean little, cabin, not too far from the Gift Shop. It made our NYC digs look palatial and that's saying something. There are, apparently, also some sort of hiking trails that we never got to check out.
Now, as I alluded to in my intro, I'm no Henry David Thoreau fangirl. In fact, though I seem to have entirely blocked out sitting through high school English class, am willing to wager his work was a source of torture for me. But even so, it was kind of cool knowing he walked these grounds.
Word to the Wise: Based on our experience, if you want to soak up any tranquility whatsoever, try and get here no later than 10:30 or 11.