A hardy bunch of nature buffs braved the ice and windy subzero temperatures this past Saturday morning for an invigorating walk along Historic Huguenot Street and the Nyquist-Harcourt Sanctuary, led by the engaging Justin Wexler, who specializes in folklore and land use among the indigenous people of the Hudson Valley.
As I look up, the world around me glistening, I begin to think that this feels like stumbling upon a Christmaslike celebration right smack in the middle of the woods.
The College Diner recently closed after many years of feeding folks in New Paltz.
St. Joseph’s Church basement was buzzing with community members excited to learn and impart knowledge on how to make their homes more energy-efficient and winterized, as well as practical and professional guides on how to recycle, compost, reduce food waste and junk mail as well as one’s carbon footprint.
Rainbow Falls appeared delighted to be drenching everything within its reach, including the bed of rocks that cascaded into the streambed below like a game of marbles, each one unique and letting the water slide over it like a fine polish.
Another 1.3 miles of the Hudson Valley Rail Trail, stretching from Tony Williams Park to Route 299, have been completed, paved and opened to the public. Work continues on the next leg, which will link up with the village of New Paltz and the Wallkill Valley Rail Trail.
Grassroots activism has changed the way New Paltz and its surrounding townships look — not so much in what you see, but in what you don’t see: commercial and residential sprawl, elimination of woods, wetlands and the vast array of animals, birds and plant life that rely on those delicate ecosystems to thrive.
Has seemed rainier than usual lately? It has been: We’ve received about three times more than the 122-year average.
Although upstate New York is a far cry from the rugged wilderness of South Dakota, the name Badlands still got caught in the gums like an adventure born of grit and sandstone.
There were all kinds of apple orchard lore. That if you tried to steal an apple from the tree that one of the Jamaican migrant workers would shoot you from his front porch. If Tony Moriello (the family patriarch) caught you doing something “bad” in the orchards, drinking or smooching or smoking funny stuff that the cops would rappell down from the water tower and cart you away to jail. There were fox dens to be careful of (though we never actually saw one) there were “magic” trees that would grant your wishes and bewitched trees that could put warts on your face.