Well, to my house, or past my house to be precise. When we first came here more than thirty years ago it ended at my driveway every winter. But they opened the road for year round travel after Pieter Sweet built a house beyond mine and now cars and trucks go by every day. At first I felt sad about this but it turned out to be a good thing. My property value has increased and I feel more connected. I'm not the hermit that I was.




You can follow Grace Road into Elkins and from there, if you take Rte 11 out to I89 you can go anywhere you want. It's an hour and a half to Cambridge where I also spend a lot of time.

But Grace Road is where my roots are. It is here that I have my shop and studio and the living quarters that I enlarged and shared with my dad who died in February of this year. The house itself is twice the size it was when we bought it in 1978. Since then I put on three additions and built a separate garage.




As he grew more feeble and the physical load shifted to me I thought for awhile (especially in the middle of the winters) that when he died I would sell and move to Cambridge. However, I am very attached to the place and the quiet that it provides. Given my resources, there is no way I could replace it.




So the question, where does Grace Road go, is really about what is my own path; and the answers to that question are mostly foggy and elusive.

I'll be posting about the physical and mental challenges that come with being on Grace Road and also some of the aspects of my woodworking, my artwork, and my life in Cambridge