We always use our time wisely on the train “to and from” the farm. We were each wrapped up in our computers when we heard the sudden exclamation, “Wow, I haven’t seen you guys in years!”
We both looked upward to see an acquaintance from the past. It had been a decade since we had last seen him, and it was prescient that he bumped into us on the train.
“This is the first time I’ve ever taken the train up the Hudson,” he said. “It’s so amazingly beautiful.”
We chatted with him for a few minutes more and then he returned to his seat. We looked at each other, shut our computers and looked out the window and the swiftly passing beauty of the Hudson River Valley.
Having made the trip so many times, we had taken it for granted for too long.
I realized that in all the “To & From” blogs I’ve written over the past year, I had never once given readers a glimpse of what the trip itself is like.
Here are a few of the favorite vistas along the way:
When I was completing my medicine residency at Columbia University, I would often sit in Inwood Hill Park looking at this bridge. Now I recognize it as the very beginning of the trip to The Beekman.
Kykuit the Rockefeller estate in Pocantico Hills has a security system comparable to Fort Knox and houses a vast art collection hidden in bombproof underground chambers that form a vast network of rooms and tunnels beneath the house.
West Point was built on a narrow point in the Hudson River. During the Revolutionary War a chain was stretched across the entire breadth of the river to prevent passage by the British forces.
Bannerman’s Castle-the most striking site on our trip is the ruin of the Bannerman Castle. It sits on a small piece of land in the middle of the Hudson called Pollepell Island which Francis Bannerman, an ammunition’s dealer, purchased for $1,500 in 1900. It was all but destroyed by an explosion in the 1920s and sits eerily at the center of many a Hudson ghost story
Blithwood is near Annandale on Hudson and now belongs to Bard College
Whenever I see the Hudson lighthouse, I know that the journey is almost done. Hudson is a wonderful town full of high-end antique shops.
Josh’s grandfather owned the cement company that built the buildings that distinguish the skyline of Albany, the end of our train journey.
What vistas have you been overlooking on your daily commute?