Blairstown is a very appealing little burg, just a short drive outside the Delaware Water Gap National Recreation Area. It’s set on the side of a steep hill, and approaching the town the roads twisted and turned at disorienting angles until we got to the charming main street in town.
It’s anchored by the old mill, adjacent to the mill pond and a waterfall. The mill with its romanesque arches butts right up to the roadway.
So that pedestrians walk through the arcade.
Up above the third and fourth stories open out into mid-air.
We were about to walk away when out of the corner of my eye I spotted this heron who had landed on the railing.
I slowly approached, looking through the viewfinder with one eye and at the sidewalk with the other, snapping off photos every few seconds.
Until finally he got spooked and flew away.
Just outside town we almost went over the guardrail when this panorama presented itself:
This is why I laugh when people mock New Jersey as an industrial wasteland. A pretty town, with a small arts scene and very close to great recreation. Summer house, anyone?