Posted on July 4th, 2017
Happy Fourth of July!
I definitely owe you a more thorough update, but the transition to New York has been wonderful so far! One thing I definitely missed about living on the East Coast was how close everything is. There are so many places within an easy four hour drive, and with the city completely emptying out for the holiday weekend, Ian and I decided last minute to take a little getaway, too. Unfortunately, I had to work late on Friday and on Monday, too, but we settled on one night in Cooperstown and had the best time.
Cooperstown is situated right on a lake, hosts an incredible summer opera festival, and was home to prolific 19th century author James Fenimore Cooper, but it is best known for being the (mythical) birthplace of baseball and for the Baseball Hall of Fame. When I first visited in 2001, I expected a garish and highly touristy center overrun by baseball fanatics, but have been so delighted on each of my visits by how charming and classic Americana Cooperstown is. Ian had never been to Cooperstown, and what kind of Cardinals fan would he be if we hadn’t rectified that as quickly as possible?
Of course, the Hall of Fame museum itself is quite well done, but just being upstate in a darling town, particularly before Independence Day, enhanced the patriotic charm. The centuries-old homes were decked out in their red, white, and blue best, and the hydrangeas were in full bloom. I tried to coordinate with equally patriotic colors– not hard to do since I gravitate towards such a color scheme anyway.
Other than a dousing rain on Saturday evening, the weather was better than forecasted, so we really had the chance to enjoy the town and the Otesaga (more on that tomorrow). Even our holiday weekend drive time was quite manageable– all in all, a successful venture! Maybe I’ll consider being spontaneous and adventurous more often…
Ha. No I won’t.