We went to Sheffield, MA to hang with Doug and Carrie in their lovely and comfy mountain vacation home. We were to go hiking and so were compelled to buy a bad ass hiking backpack in which Nate would sit. Being an urban Brooklyn boy, he hasn't really encountered much nature, which is kind of weird I guess. In the forrest -- a side trail leading to the Appalachian Trial -- there was much for Nate to gawk at. He made lots of high pitched noises and squealed with delight as we walked the slow incline up up up (and then down down down) . He held onto a stick for a while. He touched the bark of trees and smiled. Then, obviously beat from the arduous hiking, Nate got cranky. We took him down and like any hiker, drank a bottle while resting under a tree. Invigorated, Nate chatted and made noises for the remainder of the hike. 
Back at the house, Nate gimped along on the lawn, rolling a little on the slope. He giggled with Doug and danced with Carrie. After a meltdown of biblical proportions -- we kept him up an hour later than his bedtime -- Nate slept on the car ride back to NYC. I think he enjoyed the outdoors...
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