Woodstock travel diary, part two
From the archives
From my archives - this is part two of my travel diary from our trip to Woodstock, New York, in 2022. Part one is here. I want to bring some key pieces of my blog archives over here to substack and I’m making some minor edits as I do that. So I’m sorry if you’ve seen this before but I hope you won’t mind! Also of note - these travel diaries are too long for email. You’ll probably have to navigate over to the site to read the whole thing. Okay. Love you. Bye!
Early in the morning, before dawn, I heard a sound in the woods. I’d never heard anything like it before. If I had to describe it, I would say it sounded like a series of interlocking circles, hollow and cautionary. Somewhere, dogs began barking at the sound and then all went silent again.
When Tracy woke up I told him, “I heard a Bigfoot.”
He said, “Are you sure you didn’t hear an owl?”
It’s possible. Who knows?
That’s when we decided to look for another house and stay at additional week. I would be working, of course, but that’s what being a digital nomad is all about, right? Financially, it was a splurge, but we decided to go ahead and splurge it. Because money isn’t even real. We hadn’t traveled at all since 2019. We’ve been tethered to our house and our routine. We needed more time away. That’s all. We just simply needed it. So we looked for and found a house in town and booked it for the following week. Then, we got lunch from Oriole 9 and headed over the the Comeau Trails, which were enchanting. (I saw a pileated woodpecker.)
We had a coffee at Overlook Bakery, then drove around looking at houses for sale and imagining what it would be like to live in one of them.
On Saturday morning, we went out and spent some time on the land around our house.
I made the Cafe Du Monde and we explored the extensive record collection. We listened to the Beatles and the Band on original vinyl. When we heard Levon’s voice in this setting, our hearts burst open. I felt the anxiety that runs through me all the time begin to relax.
Our niece Lindsay drove up from New Jersey. We had lunch at the Bear Cantina then got a little tour of the theater.
We stopped at a roadside organic produce market then walked around in town and through the flea market.
It was a glorious day.
Morning meant time to pack up and head out to our next location.
We had a late breakfast at then took a drive to Fleischmanns, filming location for the Dead Don’t Die, and Phoenicia, which was a really cool little town.
Our new home was a carriage house in town, a completely different vibe, and lovely.
We got settled in and put Radio Woodstock on the sound system.
It was the night of the full moon and there just happened to be an Abundance candle in the kitchen. So, I lit it and Tracy went out to grab some groceries. On his way, however, he saw that the drum circle was happening on the village green, so he came back to get us.
It was incredible. So grounding, so uplifting, so moving.
Tracy said, “I’ve never been to a place I felt more in step with than this place,” and I agree.
It has truly been a balm for our souls, and we have four more nights here.