That's Indian Point Nuclear Power Plant, an ageing beast alarmingly close the the city. I don't think I've ever even seen it before we made a stop in Peekskill. It's right across from Bear Mountain, and we go there all the time.
We got to a nice, pastoral place soon enough.
We did some really hard-core yoga classes at a retreat near Woodstock. It was no joke- that yoga was hard and I'm still a bit sore. I felt like I was being asked to defy physics in every single pose. Happily, the Linda instructor was sweet as can be, and helpful and filled with good, happy energy. If you are even in the area, I would highly recommend that you check out Shakti Yoga.
The grounds were exactly what we needed to convince ourselves to breathe. There were dragonflies and gardens and frogs and birds and a nice waterfall as a backdrop. Periodically, a couple of deer families would dart out of the woods to browse the lawn and to drink from the pond.
One of my favorite things about the area are all the famstands and farmers markets you stumble upon.
I was so excited to see real tomatoes again that I bought a container of the little sungold cherries and ate the entire thing unadorned while walking around.
There's a lot of Dutch Colonial architecture in the area that makes me swoon.
We found a fun little community fair going on. The main event were "bed races".
I didn't even know who to cheer for, the cross-dressing team of clowns or the bed bug extermination team. It was too weirdly fun to choose.
It's nice to get out.
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