We over-work and over-schedule, and sometimes we forget to breathe. The lack of air is more pronounced these days, as my husband and I are first-time parents.
The Berkshires region of Western Massachusetts, which cuts a rolling swath through the Appalachian Mountains, has plenty of fresh, piney air for the gulping. It's only a few hours drive from our Brooklyn home, making it possible to escape on short notice with a 1-year-old in tow.
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