When last I left you, we had just
fled left Rhinebeck. We were in great need of some lunch. We had secured the required apple cider donuts while we were at the fair, but the food vendors had alarmingly lengthy lines. I could not be convinced to stand in line that long for yarn, I certainly wasn’t going to do it for food. Instead we drove into town and went to Terrapin.
Thus restored, we ventured on to Tuthilltown Spirits. The Boy had long wanted to visit, and none of our previous jaunts to New York had taken us close enough to manage it. It was high time we remedied that oversight. He found what he was looking for, and I found the resident kitten to visit with. Thus well supplied with yarn and spirits (hint, be sure your sweetie collects something as bulky and expensive as yarn, accept this collection with good grace, and you’ll never ever ever hear a peep about the amount of space/money devoted to yarn…works like a charm), we went back to the hotel to clean up.
While we were at Terrapin, we had seen signs for New York Cider Week. Being devout fans, we thought it only fitting to find a participating restaurant for dinner. We found a spot at Agriturismo and enjoyed a lovely dinner. The next morning, we rolled out bright and early and pushed on to Maine…which I’ll talk about next time.