Friday afternoon we got lost in the Hudson Valley for 24 hours. The leaves were...absolutely spectacular. We've done this before, this great escape, barely 2 hours north of Brooklyn. And although we like to think of ourselves as pretty spontaneous, we end up in the same motel, our little escape, the one that hasn't changed since 1974 (wood paneling, pink tiled bathroom, although they'd taken away the coin-op bed), the Roosevelt Motor Inn.
And the next day, lucky us, we ended up at the Annual Sheep and Wool Festival, which Jim said was the best fair he'd ever been to. Crafts and sheep and food and demonstrations and the 4H and the best part? Running into good friends and their little daughter, Greta. They had the same idea, a little easy weekend trip to where it just feels a little more beautiful.