Roger and I enjoyed chilling at his sister Lyn's home in
Woodstock, New York. Yup, that Woodstock. But it's not what you think.
The town is oh-so-chic, in a slightly bohemian, "let's go to the country
today" sort of way.
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A town with its own coffee blend |
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Made with local coconut? Doubt it! |
You have to get up early to see the local hippies
wending their way down the main drag. By midday, the place is crawling with
hipsters from NYC and tourists from just anywhere, enjoying a bit of window
shopping or local ice cream (from perfectly content cows, grazing just up the
road.)
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My wrought iron hangar heads for home in a box |
Lyn dropped me by the post office so I could send a few more
things home: our passports! Finally, I can get rid of them. For
4400 miles, they stayed safe in my chest pouch with my phone, so we could get
in and out of Canada. What a heavy burden they felt to me. Only a few grams in
weight, but I was constantly aware of them, and concerned that I would
lose them somewhere along our journey. I was delighted to put them into
the box with my beautiful hangar (that I made at Ashokan Family Camp, with some
serious assistance from the blacksmith.)
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Happy to send these home! |
We had a wonderful dinner at a local eatery featuring local fare,
of course. While there, another one of those fabulous thunderstorms came in.
This one was a doozy! We had just finished our meal, and were getting ready to
go, when the bottom just fell out of the sky. Lightning and thunder were
flashing and booming all around us. We figured that we would stand in the bar
and watch the Olympics for a bit, rather than getting wet outside. But
then the next crash came right on top of the blinding glare of the lightning -
and the lights went out! We decided to make a run for it, splashing through the
puddles that had already formed on the sidewalk and parking lot.
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Lyn and Roger at the restaurant, before the lights went out |
Back at Lyn's house, she had no electricity either, so we put our
packs together by candlelight, using our camp light for a little extra
visibility. Part way through the night, I woke and was pleased to feel the
ceiling fan's breeze - yay! The power was back on!
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