The days of packing on the layers, piling into the station wagon, and schlepping to the local department store the day after Thanksgiving to do all of your holiday shopping in one marathon swoop are over. (And thank whatever higher power is in charge for that one. Nobody really wanted those Christmas-tree sweaters with light-up ornaments, monogrammed towels, nose-hair trimmers, or jumbo boxes of Whitman’s Samplers, anyway.)Keep Reading
A curious village with a tenacious history, Hoosick Falls is located in the town of Hoosick, between the Capital Region of New York and Bennington, VT. Originally settled in the mid-1700s, it was torched during French and Indian War. Settlers returned and rebuilt, and it became an industry powerhouse during the Victorian era. Like many once-prosperous industrial towns in the Hudson Valley, it eventually declined in the mid-1900s. But this sleepy village is on the verge of a major wake-up and shake-up, with a concerted effort in economic development currently under way.Keep Reading
For this edition of our Weekend Travel Pick, we’ve got a Columbia County, New York, twofer: one of the region’s best film festivals, and some spooky pre-Halloween fun.
The Haunt: Forest Frights in New Lebanon
Go ahead. Ring the doorbell.
Then push open the creaky gate—the one with the blinking eyeball—and be plunged into the darkness, with only an itty-bitty flashlight, some caution tape, and your own sense of self-possession to guide you. You’re in The Haunt, Columbia County’s newest spookfest. For the next 40 minutes, you’ll wander a twisting haunted Halloween trail in the woods of New Lebanon—which, if I’m being honest, can be pretty hair-raising all on their own at night.Keep Reading
Best of Hudson Shopping: Clothing, Jewelry & Accessories
Living in a quiet rural region has its perks. There’s plenty of room to spread out when you want to make like Greta Garbo and be alone. There are dozens of farm-to-table restaurants and farm-to-bottle beverage producers serving some truly inspired food and drink. It’s beautiful, even when it’s -10 degrees F and the wind is howling, and especially during the parade of color in the fall. And it’s rare to spend more than a few minutes in traffic, even when there’s a jam (or, more likely, endless road construction).Keep Reading
Robin doesn’t stop moving for long. She’s in Europe at the moment, and we can’t wait for her to share some of the stories and images she’s picking up in her travels. Just before she went abroad, though, she toured one of America’s “castles” in Ipswich, Mass.Keep Reading
It never fails: If I see a piano without a sign that specifically says not to play it, I play it. Not for more than a few seconds. Not more than a quick dash over the keys. Usually it’s a bit of Chopin or Clementi. I keep it light. No one likes the attention seeker who sits down and plays an entire recital. For me, it’s something that I just need to do, while standing, for a few seconds.Keep Reading
Drive through New Lebanon on Route 20, and you may notice something a little different: a colorful, comics-esque sign for The KShack. It’s easy to pass if you’re on a mission from Pittsfield to Albany or from New York City to the Berkshires, but this roadside food stand, set off the main drag on Tilden Lane, is worth a stop. In each travel direction.Keep Reading
And now a Halloween-bubble-bursting PSA: there were never any witches in Salem.
At least not in 1692, and not in the cauldron-stirring, body-snatching way Hollywood would have us believe. And while this minor thrill—that something wicked supposedly this way comes—might seem like a reason to visit Salem, it’s not the best one, not by a mile. The real reason to make a weekend getaway to Salem is because this quirky, energized city has evolved from its roots as a maritime trading power into an eclectic destination with dozens of options for exploration—most of them affordable and accessible, and nearly all of them memorable.Keep Reading
In this place, footfalls seem softer. The air somehow seems easier to breathe, and the rays of sunshine that stream between the birches and pines more brilliant. The soil even smells sweeter. In this place, where water shushes through rock-strewn brooks and the wind plays the trees like tambourines, centuries-old history comes alive like a heartbeat.
This place is Shaker Mountain.Keep Reading
We always think of you when we’re off adventuring — wouldn’t it be great if we could ALL go touring together?
On second thought, that might look like an invasion from Greylock Nation! But we can share snapshot moments that let you in our fave finds in both near and far–flung locales (is “near-flung a thing?) If you’ve been to this destination, leave a comment below to share your favorite restaurant, shop, attraction, or other feature.
Driving along the boulder-strewn coast of Gloucester, Massachusetts, gives the impression of endless shoreline. Beach rose, summersweet, and milkweed bloom in tight clusters above towering cliffs, their tops desert hues of clay and sand, their bottoms turned inky by millennia of ocean swells. Scenic beaches, where foamy waves slurp against the shore and seagulls trawl the water’s edge for reckless crabs, appear regularly along coast-hugging Route 127. The air is heavy with salt, slightly tacky on the fingertips and damp against the throat. Massive hotels and the homes of the not necessarily famous but certainly capable of dropping a cool few million jut out over the ocean like patrician jaws, glossy and studiously lived-in.Keep Reading
A few facts you might not know about hot-air balloons: it’s hot—as in, skin-prickling hot—riding directly beneath their burners. Hot-air balloons also rise off the ground a lot faster than you’d think, and can vertically travel 10 feet or more per second. And once you’re up, you feel weightless and free-floating, as if you’re suspended over the landscape on the gentle breath of the breeze.
Another fact: the Hudson Valley Hot Air Balloon Festival, now in its 28th year, returns—bigger and more aww-inspiring—to the Dutchess County Fairgrounds in Rhinebeck, New York, this weekend. Dubbed “Little Albuquerque” by insiders (after the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta, the largest in the world), the Hudson Valley festival started out as a 10-balloon event with 3,000 spectators. Last year, 35,000 people came out to watch more than twice as many balloons. This year, with more than 100 morning and evening launches of 30 invitation-only balloons helmed by both national and international riders, attendance may tip the scale at closer to 50,000.Keep Reading