The sign by the door reads “Smell me.” Pots of fragrant gardenia bid the traveler to stop and indulge in their heady fragrance. Norfolk Island Pines stretch to the roof, lantana cascades down a stone wall, natural light…..
When Alexander Souri first shared his vision with a friend, the reaction was one of disbelief. “That’s great. Why don’t you call me when you wake up?” Alexander did not let that deter him. Admittedly, his idea seemed a bit Pollyannish. “Ride horses through the desert and help …..
For anyone whose memory of Lime Rock is based on the days when a “race car” was an MG with the spark plugs changed, a visit to that sports car racing track 15 minutes beyond the New York State line in Connecticut for the Pirelli World Challenge over Memorial Day weekend …..
It was grey at 5:00 am and the parakeets were just beginning their frantic chatter. The road, lined with small white houses surrounded by toppling waves of bougainvillea and rows of upright hibiscus, was quiet beneath a layer ….
As Immanuel Kant put it, “the sublime is limitless, so that the mind in the presence of the sublime, attempting to imagine what it cannot, has pain in the failure but pleasure in contemplating the immensity of the attempt.” That inexplicable, stomach dropping, terrifying…..
On a recent late spring afternoon I took a scenic drive across the Bear Mountain Bridge and then headed north on Route 9, my destination was the Constitution Marsh in Garrison, just south of the Village of Cold Spring…
It has been written that a visit to one of our country’s national parks is in a sense a journey home. For me nothing can be closer o this axiom than making the over 400 mile drive from northern New Jersey to the crest of the Blue Ridge Mountains at Virginia’s Shenandoah National Park.
As a Vermonter, sailor, and former New Yorker, I've been fascinated by the Vermont Sail Freight Project ever since I first heard about it. I didn't fully understand its economics at first, but its sailing aspect intrigued me.