Day 283, May 23rd, 2010
Oh that bed felt so good, and it was hard to get up the next morning. It was 8:45 by the time we'd set off.
We felt kind of jet lagged by our marathon run! Only went about 27 nm arriving at Pollepel Island in the Catskills, just north of West Point, around 1:00 p.m. We both felt wiped!
We kept remarking how different it was there after being down south so long. The high peaks of the Catskills, with the cliff faces, densely forested. So different from Florida and the Low Country!!! The architecture is so different too, a much older feel. Variety is the spice of life!!
Pollepel Island is an interesting spot too - where Frank Bannerman, a Scot, built himself a castle at the turn of the 20th century. Its in ruins now. After his death, his family didn't keep it up and sold it to the State of New York in 1967. Its an amazing place. There are guided tours around the ruins, but we were just too tired and spent the afternoon having a long nap. The peaceful sound of the birds chirping is interrupted every 10 - 15 minutes by the dulcet tones of the Amtrak whizzing by on the East bank and the whistle of the freight trains, whizzing down the West bank!!! We laughed, didn't bother us a bit - we would have slept through an earthquake!!
We managed to rally ourselves in time to barbecue and then played Dominoes until we crawled back into bed at 10:00 p.m. and slept again!
Oh that bed felt so good, and it was hard to get up the next morning. It was 8:45 by the time we'd set off.
We felt kind of jet lagged by our marathon run! Only went about 27 nm arriving at Pollepel Island in the Catskills, just north of West Point, around 1:00 p.m. We both felt wiped!
We kept remarking how different it was there after being down south so long. The high peaks of the Catskills, with the cliff faces, densely forested. So different from Florida and the Low Country!!! The architecture is so different too, a much older feel. Variety is the spice of life!!
Pollepel Island is an interesting spot too - where Frank Bannerman, a Scot, built himself a castle at the turn of the 20th century. Its in ruins now. After his death, his family didn't keep it up and sold it to the State of New York in 1967. Its an amazing place. There are guided tours around the ruins, but we were just too tired and spent the afternoon having a long nap. The peaceful sound of the birds chirping is interrupted every 10 - 15 minutes by the dulcet tones of the Amtrak whizzing by on the East bank and the whistle of the freight trains, whizzing down the West bank!!! We laughed, didn't bother us a bit - we would have slept through an earthquake!!
We managed to rally ourselves in time to barbecue and then played Dominoes until we crawled back into bed at 10:00 p.m. and slept again!
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