The constant devastation was too much for me...to see a tree laying on your house when you leave and come home everyday, and listen to the even sadder stories on the radio about other peoples' suffering, well, it just gets you down. Margaret called last Thursday, threw me a lifeline and said, "Why don't you come up this weekend? Empty house!!" I was on the first train after work.
We didn't do much over the weekend in Beacon, but it was really nice to escape the destruction of the Island for a couple days. On Saturday, we went across the river and had a few pints at Newburgh Brewery, which is housed in a fantastic old box factory. For the rest of the weekend, we browsed antique shops in Beacon and just generally milled about. Oh, and let's not forget the winter window preparation we did on Sunday!! But since my writing style is so mundane, I'll let the pictures talk.
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| Beacon Art District. |
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| Fishkill Creek. |
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| The other side of the river. |
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| Welcome to Newburgh. |
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| Male beer model!! |
