07/12/2005: The catskills up to Saratoga Springs
We had a liesurely start to the day up at cousin Roxy's farmhouse. She had to go into town (NYC), but we hung around with Lou till after noon.
Lou and I talked music, philosophy, and current events while Karen packed up. I am still suffering from my cold, and have little stamina. Sitting around and schmoozing is what I was up for.
We headed out, and stopped shortly at one tourist spot for a picnic: Frederic Church's home, "Olana". I marvelled at the architectural details, but we didn't take the tour.
After that, we drove north until I was quite tired (and yet it was still early. I suggested stopping at Saratoga Springs. I knew the name from grocery store water bottles.
On arrival, we parked in a motel lot, and walked around town, catching the Visitor's Center just before it closed, and then the Chamber of Commerce Kiosk just before it closed. The woman at the kiosk called one motel to haggle for a good rate. We walked over there, and Karen both didn't like the room, and pissed off the manager somehow. We eventually stayed at the motel at which we'd parked. At least they had WiFi, still a rare commodity in lower priced motels out east.
On our way to a sushi reataurant, Karen saw another motel with its own spring, and was annoyed at having checked in to our earlier pick all evening. But the wasabi was good for what ails me.
Also, the big horse race wasn't for 2 more weeks, so all the facilities are geared up, and the town is relatively empty.
For an impulsive stop, it was a good stay.