I had slunk back to Brooklyn for the night, primarily to pick up a tent and card readers, but also because I didn't have to think about finding somewhere for the night.
I took the Poughkeepsie train back to Garrison (where I had left my journey the night before) from Grand Central, which is one of the finest buildings. The title above the entrance to platform 29 says 'North West Passage'. If anything smacks of of adventure, that does. I did though discover later that it means the north west passage of Grand Central itself and nothing to do with direction, or with adventure for that matter.
After struggling through twenty miles of wet grey peddalling after getting back to Garrison I found a motel in Marlboro, and watched National Lampoon's Vacation on TV which seemed a pretty good combo.
Back on the trail the following day I got to Poughkeepsie (pronounced P'kipsie) and crossed the beautiful Footbridge over the Hudson (the longest pedestrian footbridge in the world) and spent an hour or two on watching the beautiful Mystic Whaler gracefully sail under the bridge. The Mystic Whaler is a schooner hired for the summer by Clearwater, the environmental organisation started by Pete Seeger to highlight the campaign to clean up and stop polluting the Hudson.
Later that day after recrossing the bridge I encountered the long and arduous climb up Mohonk Mountain Road (well at least for a 55 year old bloke at a heavily loaded touring bike). The decent was like a lovely fast affair with long sweeping bends, and as I stopped to check the map about twenty local club riders swept past.
I was headed for Accord and a combination of the man in the liquor store and a random man outside a gas station pointed me towards a B&B. The B&B turned out to be Tim and Beths place. I took a liking to Tim as soon as he emerged from his wooden house with big black dog and warm smile, he said I've got just the place and we walked over a field to his beautiful three bed yurt, with music on tap, kitchen, a great shower, big comfy bed. Everything you could imagine. He invited me over to the house for supper with his wife, Beth and told me of his life. Also about the deadly rattlers, black bears and mountain lions around. Suddenly the tent like yurt didn't seem like the heavenly place it was an hour before. Tim said 'just pay what you want for the yurt'. It was a pretty special place, I've never heard so much birdsong. And set me up for a couple of great days ahead.

Nyack, NY

The schooner, Mystic Whaler at Poughkeepsie from Walkway over the Hudson

Kinderhook farm, Ghent, NY