Princeton

I went out to Princeton today to pick someone up, and noticed that the foliage was past it's peak up there.

Over here on the east side of the city, though, there are still lots of completely green trees.

Just before I got to the center of Princeton to take that picture, I spent a minute stopped on the side of the road to reminisce.

Princeton was one of the places that my parents and grandparents would take us when we were kids.

The main destination, of course, was the mountain. This was before the ski trails were cut into the side of the mountain, and before the big building on the top of the mountain had burned down.

This used to be a fairly well-known tourist attraction for the motor touring crowd, before World War II.

Our first stop, however, was before the center of town at the Princeton Auto Museum.

The buildings are all as I remember them, but they're used for other businesses now.

The Auto Museum was truly a wonderful place, though. It was a roadside attraction that was a very big cut above the rest. Several buildings full of antique autos, perfectly restored and on display, along with a few kiddie rides and other interesting bits and pieces all around the property made for a memorable time. No-one could say that we were dragged there! It was one of the places that we always begged to go to whenever the possibility of taking a ride somewhere came up.