As you already know, Rick and I love to go to the farmer’s market in Warwick, New York. It’s just across the border for us and a lovely drive along Greenwood Lake. Some things remain a constant such as the cheeses and breads from Boblink Farm, the pesto booth, the goat cheese vendor. What doesn’t remain constant is the variety of fruits and vegetables. Let’s see what is now showing up at the market, shall we?
Onions and potatoes abound.
Peppers are popular! So many different kinds!
Leeks are lovely too.
Many shapes and varieties of eggplant are available.
Of course, who can forget apples this time of year?
Even a type of watermelon can still be found.
I couldn’t resist coming home with a few of these gorgeous hydrangeas for drying.
Sure signs of autumn are rows of colorful chrysanthemums and pumpkins.
Remember I posted about having seen a woodchuck in the yard a few weeks back? Well, he has obviously taken up residence with us since I see him nearly every day. Of course I named him Chuck, what else?
His favorite position is hanging over the fence rail looking into the back yard like he’s hanging out a window. I have no idea why he does this. It’s almost like he treats this part of the deck as his private balcony. His own little private view of the world.
His burrow is to the right of where he’s sitting, under the decking. At least I think it is because that’s where he always scurries off to. I have to be very sneaky in order to get photos of him. He senses me in the photos below.
I like having him around. Just another addition to our back yard menagerie. He may not be so welcome come Spring though if he eats my flowers before they bloom! Here he is seen from the other side in his favorite position.
The ferry arrived around 7:45 p.m. and the game was scheduled to start at 8:00 p.m. It was about a ten minute walk from the ferry to the stadium. We walked up to the line feeling pretty good, excited and happy to be there. Then the person taking tickets told us that backpacks weren’t allowed in the stadium and that we’d have to take it back to our car (uhm, no car lady) or check it at the bowling alley across the street. What bowling alley? We sure didn’t see one. If we couldn’t see it it must be further away and how would we have time to collect it after the game? We looked at each other and decided to empty the backpack and leave it behind. Okay, everything out of the pack. Let’s see, binoculars, keys, money, video camera.
Rick walked over to a hot dog vendor and asked him if he was going to be there until the end of the game and could he watch the empty pack for us? He said yes he would for $20. Time was ticking away. Behind us in the stadium the music was reaching a crescendo and the crowd was going wild. We were missing something important! We decided the pack wasn’t worth that much to us and left the pack with the vendor, telling him he could just keep it.
Back in line once again. Uh oh. No video cameras allowed inside the stadium. What?? Such a silly rule since nearly every camera you buy today can take video. But ours was a video camera. Just great. They shuffled us from person to person until one guy pointed out the bowling alley, which really was just across the street. So, Rick went back over to the hot dog vendor (who by this time is thinking we are completely and totally whacky) to reclaim our orphaned backpack and put the video camera back inside. Over to the bowling alley we went where a guy was sitting in front of a tiny room filled with checked items. Five dollars and fifteen minutes later we were finally on our way back to the stadium. Really, the camera is so tiny Rick could have put it in his jacket pocket and gotten away with smuggling it in but we didn’t want to risk another timely setback.
Inside everyone was on their feet and we had to ask several nice people where our seats were located because we couldn’t find them. Turns out someone was using our seats, so we go that straightened out. Finally we were in our seats and the game was about to begin.
So, sing along with me, won’t you? If you don’t know the tune to Take Me Out to the Ball Game, just click on the link to get you started.
Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don’t care if I never get back,
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don’t win it’s a shame.
For it’s one, two, three strikes, you’re out,
At the old ball game.
Two exciting home runs! The Yankees won of course. We left at the bottom of the 8th inning so we would have enough time to get back to the ferry (it leaves 20 minutes after the last out) and collect our backpack. I’m glad we had the chance to be there on the last night.
The ferry ride back was quicker and quite chilly. Here are two strange photos that could be abstract paintings I took on the way back. Does anyone know why the Chrysler Building has that strange upside-down superimposed image beside it?
And yes, that white blob in the photo above is the moon!
We finally tumbled into our bed at 3:00 a.m. A late night, but worth it!
For more great photos of this epic event please check out a fellow blogger’s great pics!
On Sunday we had tickets to the final Yankees game in old Yankee Stadium. Rick had also booked us on the Yankee Clipper, the ferry that travels around the point of Manhattan and drops you off right at Yankee Stadium. They say that half the fun is getting there, and it was.
We boarded the ferry at 6:00 p.m. from Port Imperial in Weehawken. It was beautiful weather for a cruise.
The clouds and the skyline were fabulous!
We made a stop at Hoboken to pick up more passengers. I liked the old style architecture of the Lackawanna terminal. I didn’t get to see much of it but I think this is a place I need to go back to and get some photos. Built in 1907, it’s one of the oldest railroad terminals still existing.
As we pulled away from the pier the sun was starting to set.
The reflections off the buildings from the setting sun were hard to resist.
They looked like lighthouse beacons.
one if by land ...
two if by sea ...
As we rounded the point, the sun was pretty much gone. Here the Staten Island ferry pulls away from us and the Lady Liberty can be seen in the distance on the left.
Under the Brooklyn Bridge we go!
Looking back at the bridge through another.
Night falls on the city.
And we finally arrive at our destination. I hope you enjoyed the ride!
To be continued ...
