Hawley Mass. Nested in the Berkshire hills are some modest rolling farmlands which incur very limited automotive traffic. Hawley is chartered as a town; but didn't seem to have a town square. There were farms and houses along route 8A but I couldn't find the intersection that typified a town square - a way station for coaches, a train depot, or Church congregation that would bring the traveling public to rest.
There in lies its' true beauty perhaps. A faint spell of freedom knowing it was you who were traveling through and you were on your own. Your impelled to pass through; observe the wonderful scenery for those fleeting moments and get yourself further up on the main highway for supplies. Precious unspoiled land in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.
If the congested suburbs around Boston jeer at this lifestyle than so be it; we know who really loses at this game of property valuations - "relative to what" - they say.
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