Sunday, March 10, 2019

XC Skiing in the Heart of the Hudson Valley

     Let's hear it for NY State Parks!  They are affordable, here for the people, we pay for their operation and they are full of wonder!

     Fahnestock Winter Park is located within Clarence Fahnestock State Park in the town of Carmel New York, in Putnam County.  Approximately 50 miles north of New York City.  It affords 18 km of machine groomed trails for cross country within it's 1600 acres. There is also snow shoeing on a section of the Appalachian trail, the most popular is the Ojibwa trail.


      From the seasoned skier to the beginner, Fahnestock is an all purpose ski center suited to fit every ability. If you're a beginner or have never skied the staff is very knowledgeable and helpful about fitting you with the perfect pair of skis. You can also sign up for lessons, both ski and snowshoe. Rentals for the day are at a reasonable fee from adult to children sizes. They have a large inventory of selected ski names and brands. If you are not intrested in skiing or snow shoeing, they have a wonderful hill for a snow tubing. Complete with a set of stairs for an easy climb to the top.

      I have to say that Fahnestock Winter Park has the most beautiful trail system I have ever skied.  That's coming from someone who has skied many centers from Connecticut to Massachusetts, Southern Vermont,  the Catskills, Lake Placid area and west to the Tug Hill Plateau. The landscape at Fahnestock affords a perfect combination  of rolly polly hills, sharp uphills and fast steep downhills, but not always in combination. Many trails are very easy for the beginner and of course there are many that are spectacular for the expert.

     Open between December and March depending on the weather and if there is enough snow. It becomes very busy but is still a joy to ski.



     Originally this land of 2400 acres was donated in 1929 by Dr. Ernest Fahnestock in memory of his brother Clarence who died in the post World War I influenza epidemic while treating patients for the disease. Prior to that this land was an iron ore mining community.

 The newly renovated warming lodge is where the ski rentals are located.  Along with a food and beverage counter and cafe. Here you can buy homemade chili and cornbread ( made by a staff member!). Which by the way is delicious! Hot chocolate too. A large changing room and restroom including a gift shop plus cross country ski equipment and cold weather merchandise. There is also an outdoor picnic area with plenty of tables, ski racks and a fireplace that is always roaring and warm.


Saturday, March 9, 2019

Raw food anyone?

(Disclaimer: I am in no way shape or form attempting to tell anyone how to eat or where to buy their food. If raw food is a choice for you then you must do your own research and find out on your own what is best for you. This post is for entertainment purposes only.)


     In this blog I am sharing my experience and a little of my own research for pure enjoyment only, as indicated above. Shopping locally and directly from the farm a is a truly new and very enjoyable experience for me. I did not grow up doing this, unfortunately, but thanks to a strong resurgence in small family farms it has become an integral part of my life. A big part of my enthusiasm comes from the travel it takes for me to achieve my grocery lists demands. 
Let’s go for a beautiful ride!

     Raw milk has been a part of my diet since 2009. I love the fact that it is perfectly natural, unpasteurized, and unhomogenized.  Yes, I have heard there may be a risk but I never had any problems.  In fact I thrive on this food and I believe that it did a lot to improve my health. After all, my older family members never had a problem. I come from a line of milkmen and in their time there was no such thing as “raw milk”. What is raw to us, to them was ordinary milk. I knew family members who were born in the early 1890’s, a time when everything was “raw” and there was no call for alarm over farm bought food. This was their environment, it was their culture and the thought of a sterile world never entered their minds.
     Although milk was pasteurized during grandparents time, it came to be because of a peculiar event just after the Civil War. The farmers outside Boston were still under home guard siege just after the war and felt safer bringing their cows into town. They settled at Boston Commons and soon their cattle had grazed the land bare. This lead to the problem of feeding the animals since the farmers were not yet ready to go back to their homesteads. A brewery near by offered castings of hops and barley as feed. Sounds like a solution but not by a long shot. It made the cows sick and their milk turned blue. Many people in town became sick from this milk and I cannot recall with any certainty if there were deaths. Long and short of it is, at this point and time pasteurization of milk was the best way to ensure safety due to the situation. Homogenization was not yet practiced, I believe because we were not yet led to believe that full fat was bad for us.

     The local farm that I bought from was only 7 miles from my house and had been family run for four generations. The youngest of the four generations had decided he did not want to be a dairy farmer for the rest of his life. He went back to school to become a teacher. The cows are still at this local farm but he closed the business to raw milk sales. I was heartbroken to lose this wonderful resource and I lived without it for several years.

     Then lo and behold in August of 2018, I suddenly had a hankering for that raw milk again. But my reliable source had been long gone so I turned to the Internet for help. The search came up with four pasture raised raw sources within 50 miles of my home. But upon closer inspection I only came up with one that was perfectly reliable.  Old Ford Farm on Old Ford Road in New Paltz, New York.
Although this farm is 45 minutes from my home I knew that the drive would be wonderful. It would be a beautiful ride into a gorgeous part of Ulster County New York.

There are two ways I travel. One is Rt. 208 North East out of Washingtonville, New York through Maybrook. Passing Stewart State Lands where I hunt small game in fall and winter. Through the beautiful town of  Walden and its row of pretty Queen Ann Victorian houses. The last stretch of 208 to Old Ford Rd.  runs along the Wallkill river through the town of Wallkill. Beautiful stretches of the river lay out before you to the left full of Canadian geese congregating in the winter to find food along the shores. Sometimes it appears that there are literally thousands of geese!

Wallkill River

      The other way that I travel is along route 32 north out of the town of Newburgh. At the corner of Fostertown Rd. and 32 is the 18th century farm where the 2018 Rockefeller Christmas tree was cut.  This trip takes you through the sleepy cozy towns of Modena, Plattekill and the beautiful town of Gardner at the foot of the Shawangunk mountains. Rt 32 intersects with Rt. 44/55, incidentally the road that takes you to Shawangunk cliffs and what is considered some of the best mountain climbing in the world. Farther on we passed Hurds Family Farm,  a wonderful place to bring the kids for apple picking in the fall.  Next on the left is Jenkinstown Rd. which was an 18th century colonial settlement which bears a historical marker. There is on this road the Jenkinstown Spa, which I find very intriguing and I hope to visit someday.
     The last stretch of the journey to the farm takes you to a crest of a hill that looks South and Southwest over the Shawangunk. I usually take this trip after work and as the day light is lasting longer each day I get to see the most spectacular sunsets.



      At the farm I purchase raw milk, raw eggs, raw cheese and raw butter. It is a joy to know that such incredibly nutritious food exist right here at home in the Hudson Valley. The young couple who owns it is very knowledgeable full of energy, their help is very friendly I hope they stay around for a long, long time. They not only have raw dairy but also a huge selection of pork chicken and beef that is all pasture raised.



       In the past 6 months of patronizing this farm, I have met many of their long time customers. Some have been going there for as long as 5 to 6 years they all have wonderful things to say.  Never had any problems and are enjoying the fact that they no longer have to depend on the supermarket. This is my main reason for using this type of farm. I decided 6 months ago that the supermarket's were not going to work for me anymore.  Now I not only get an excellent product but I have a beautiful and wonderful time driving there through the country side of Ulster County.

(p.s. I ❤️ the fresh farm smell!!)

http://www.oldfordfarm.com/

Wednesday, March 6, 2019

There Are Mastodons Here!



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Mastadons may not exist on the Tug Hill Plateau but I can play with the idea. Rather easily too. It truly is the forest primeval.  A rain forest. Deep bogs in thick spruce forests, reindeer moss delicately dripping from branches. Outlined by hardwoods of black birch, ash and maple. Blueberry Bush ground cover thick all around.

The first time I found Osceola Tug Hill Cross Country Ski Center in Osceola,  N.Y. it was March 17th, around 2015. XC skiing in the Hudson Valley crapped out and the internet search was on. No point in stopping, it had been a stellar season for XC.
My search led me to the Catskills, but it was all ice and spring conditions.  Nah, keep going. Connecticut,  Massachusetts,  Southern Vermont were all enticing but not a deal yet.
Keep going!
Lake Placid looked great, but wait, the snow was crapping out there too! Omg!! How could the Adirondacks let me down.
This Osceola kept popping up and I neglected it on purpose.  Four good hours away by car on the thruway. I needed to ski so I gave it a look. The Osceola XC ski page promised the finest powder west of the Rockies, a 15" base and almost 300" total snowfall for the season so far. That sounded amazing, but almost unbelievable to me, the newbie I was, so I went for it.
Reservations made for three nights in an adorable cabin called Red Camp and I was on the road again. It rained and rained. All the way up through Albany right on to Rome. I was so tired from trying to stay on the road because the lines hadn't been painted and it was the dark of night.  A hotel in Rome for the night would be the smart thing to do. Pick it up again in the morning.

Heading up from Camden to Florence,  there was no snow. I called the ski center and Hugh, (owner and creator of the center) assured me beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had plenty of snow. I couldn't believe that. Being a Hudson Valley  gal my whole life I was used to snow disappearing within hours of falling.  He must be out of his mind! Is he full of it or what!?
Ten more miles and the center was within easy reach, and guess what? Snow! More snow then I could have wished for! A good 4- 5 ft on the side if the roads! Oh my goodness, this is heaven!
After entering the office and a quick conversation about how dubious I was, I was off and skiing.
Some of the best skiing I've ever done in the Northeast where most trails quickly turn to ice and mud. Hugh's trail system reeks of his once Adirondack surveyor skills and knowledge. Osceola U, Toe of Slope, Finally Flat, all were a wonderful joy to ski.
Deer Run

Since, I have made Osceola XC Center my home away from home. It is always in my heart and mentally marked on the calendar as soon as the first snow flakes of winter swirl down onto the Hudson Valley.
I know that I will soon be playfully skiing with the Mastadons.


http://www.uxcski.com/

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