Hi-ho, Hillsdale!

Suzy enjoys rhubarb for breakfast at the Thompson House.

Today we head for Hillsdale. A few miles from here, the Catskill Mountains end in a glorious, 20-mile descent to the Hudson River. A significant geological boundary, and a significant source of fun. We cross the Hudson on the Rip Van Winkle Bridge, then the section of New York that lies between the Hudson and Massachusets. Hillsdale is the last town in NY on Route 23.

The sun is out. The rain nasties have gone away. All our clothes are dry again. My legs are grateful for a day off. Everything is shipshape and going our way.

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