Winter Upstate

What better way to spend your week off than in the woods? Cooking, drinking whiskey, splitting firewood and playing board games was definitely the icing on the holiday season. We stayed in a lovely new Airbnb in West Shokan, NY that allowed us to lay around every evening by a gorgeous fireplace. 


We visited Foxfire Mountain House one night for drinks and dinner, and ate numerous large meals at the Phoenicia Diner. One morning I dragged everyone to go tubing at Hunter Mountain with gaggles of children, which was a hilarious alternative to skiing or snowboarding. Thursday graced us with a gorgeous snow storm that piled up all over the woods. We spent hours galavanting around the forest and stumbled upon waterfalls and quiet landscapes. It was the perfect trip to get in the mood for the long winter season upon us.

Catskills, NY

Over Labor Day we spent another long weekend at our favorite house in the Catskills. This year we tried a new restaurant, Brushland Eating House, and were amazed by their schnitzel and green tomato gazpacho. I highly recommend (especially over Peeakmoose!). 


We climbed 3 mountains, saw 5 waterfalls, and spent a few days with some friends. Dillon and Sandi made fires every night, while Meg and I cooked elaborate dinners and warmed the first apple cider of the season.


As always, I hope to be back soon. I'll miss the cows until then.

Oh, and my friend, Ian, lent me his Hassleblad for the week, so all of the black & whites were shot with some old 120 film I found!

Pope-cation in the Catskills

This weekend was magic. Though I've heard and seen many accounts of how incredible Philly was during the Pope's visit (biking on the BFB looked like the highlight!), I still feel we made the right choice fleeing to the mountains. Each night we heard coyotes howl at the full moon as we relaxed in a cedar hot tub. The same cow woke us up each morning as she moo-ed loudly (she could hold quite a note). 

On day two we hiked up Balsam Mountain - a 4 hour hike up to scenic views of the Catskill Mountains. Afterwards, Dillon and I stopped for a treat at Bun n Cone, a local burger and ice cream joint in Margaretville, NY.

One morning the mountains were gone - the morning fog hung around for hours, just so we could photograph its beauty.

Beside the fire, I let myself fall asleep at 8 if I wanted to, and woke up when the sun came in through the windows. It was one of the nicer trips I've made this year, Cuba and all.


To the many mountains I missed: I will return to you soon.