The Boston Globe, October 8, 2006
Hudson River Valley Adventure
It was on a drive up to Lake George that my fiancé, Matt, and I decided to stop for the night in New Paltz, a funky mountain town in the Hudson River Valley about 70 miles north of New York. When I lived in the city, I was among the weekend warriors who escaped to do outdoorsy things like climb the crags of Shawangunk Ridge (or the Gunks, as the locals call it) and attend trapeze school. But most trips were day trips, and I never did get to stay at one of the Victorian bed-and-breakfasts I passed on the way in or out of town.