We ate our harvest of the many varieties of high- and low-bush blueberries by the handful, in a bowl with yogurt or cereal, and Mark whipped up sorbet and creamy blueberry semifreddo.
The walk from the parking lot to the site of the grand hotel (which opened in 1824, was abandoned after the 1941 season, and burned by the state conservation department on January 25, 1963) was under a mile and the trail, a gentle slope. But the view–on a clear day it stretches from Greene County, across the Hudson and all the way to Vermont–is definitely the most spectacular available in the Hudson Valley for so little effort. No need here to ascend one of the high peaks.
The next photo was obviously not shot this (or any other) summer. But workers’ rights know no season. Today on Labor Day (and every day) I’m supporting union workers and the brave women and men working the low-wage, often part-time jobs in fast food (McDonalds, Wendy’s etc.) and retail (Walmart, etc.) who are rising up, demanding their rights–fair pay, benefits and respect.