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Drag Queen Story Hour with Ella Ghent

As I entered the vast interior of the Hudson Area Library, I could already see the altitudinous Ella Ghent rising above the other figures in the children’s area. She was conservatively dressed for the occasion, wearing an apron, thick stockings and flats. Besides her was her ukulele. Ella spends most of her time as Michael…

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Tales from Hudson’s Shantytown

If you walk past the boutiques and antique stores of Hudson’s Warren Street until the boulevard terminates, then hang a right, you will eventually come upon a scene ripped from time: two rows of dusty shacks leaning over the water around a bay. The shacks are on stilts and are constructed with scrounged materials: roofing…

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Kayaking Kingston with Eagles

My theory for adventures (yes, I do have a theory) is they should not be planned too precisely. This way, the adventurers will have to deal with curveballs along the way, with hilarious and unpredictable results. They make for great reading, and can be reflected on positively by the adventurers once the panic has subsided…

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The Abandoned Wyndcliff Ruins: For Sale!

For anyone who wants to live in dilapidated ruins — ruins where famous novelist Edith Warton spent part of her childhood, to boot — the abandoned Wyndcliff Mansion in Rhinecliff is up for sale. The property, which has its roof aesthetically caved in, is on sale through Northern Dutchess Realty for $180,000, according to a…

Don’t Swim in the Wallkill River

The Wallkill River enters the Hudson Valley from New Jersey through a National Wildlife Refuge, then winds North through the Black Dirt region of Warwick to spread out into the verdant, farm-dappled Wallkill River Valley in Ulster County before meeting with the Rondout Creek and terminating at the Hudson River in Kingston. The river is…

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Throne Room in the Catskills

I first came upon Dibble’s Quarry with no foreknowledge of the place, stumbling upon the slate monoliths more than a decade ago while hiking with my friend Sam. I remember the scene opening up around a bend in the trail, a giant, dusty throne room with spiders and toads skittering about its floors like warped handmaidens. Sam doesn’t remember the scene…