First off, we sat and had a heart to heart with Franklin and Eleanor about our current political climate
Then we joined a ranger for the tour of the home... which had been in FDR's family for a couple of generations. We even saw the room where he was born. This was actually his mother's home and she ruled here but FDR loved it so that he visited here as much as he could . Eleanor didn't love it too much (two strong women living in the same home was a problem), so they built a cottage about 4 miles down the road for her to have her own retreat. Interesting marriage for sure. I've read several books on these two and they sure were fascinating personalities.
View off the back patio... out onto the Hudson in the distance.. way DOWN the hill |
Even the barn was ELEGANT |
Burial site in the rose garden next to the home |
Then we gritted our teeth for the death-defying ride down down down the hill... brakes engaged the whole way. With 12 inch tires, our center of gravity is a bit unusual on these bikes. At least that is my excuse why I found it a bit too thrilling. We survived and it will be another memory as an adventure in and of itself.
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