A cab takes me to the car rental place, where I rent a bright yellow convertible VW Bug. It's too cold to lower the top driving west on the Mass Pike, but the weather forecast predicts a gorgeous golden day, and with how cute Honeycomb Falls looks, I'm determined to make the most of it. I stop several times at gas stations along the turnpike to refill on coffee, and I play my 'feel good' mix to keep my energy high and my mind alert. I've actually never been this far west before, and I'm mildly curious about what this side of the state looks like. Peering out the window, I see endless stretches of dreary woods. I bet they look gorgeous when they're dressed in all their leafy finery, but in winter the branches are black and bare. I finally hit the 91, and head north to Honeycomb Falls, entering the Pioneer Valley and humming and car-dancing along to my music. Forty minutes later I take the right exit, follow the narrow, winding country road west into the hills, and then finally spy the cute 'Welcome to Honeycomb Falls' sign.
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