Hudson Highline

I'm a day behind, but we've been driving like crazy women up and down the mountains of Massachusetts, New York, and Pennsylvania. Yesterday we said farewell to Alex and headed into Amherst to see Emily Dickinson's grave again and check out the town before heading out. The last time I was here everything was buried under snow, and it feels completely different in the summer. 

I think this is one of the 50 cemeteries we've visited on our trip. I've never met a graveyard I didn't like. 

The Emily Dickinson Museum (it was closed, but the gardens were open and beautiful).

Pretty house across the street.

Norberta's still here and kicking! We drove through one toll and the guy literally laughed at us and said, 'Hey--nice color.' Like you even know our lives.

One of the few planned events we made for the trip was to stop in Poughkeepsie, NY, and walk over the longest pedestrian bridge in the country, straight over the Hudson River. We really had no idea what to expect, which was probably a good thing. Poughkeepsie is a tad on the Chateau Ghetto side, but once we got to the actual walk it provided gorgeous views of the river/mountains. 

However, storms were brewing. We'd made it about halfway across the bridge when two boys on a golf cart came driving up and told us we had to exit ASAP or risk being electrocuted. Noooo! Granted, we were surrounded on a high-rise metal structure that's suspended over water. But seriously? I'M JUST TRYING TO WALK OVER THIS RIVER!!

So we turned around and headed back...

... and waited in our car. And waited. And waited some more. Finally, we decided to risk our lives/break some rules and walk back across the bridge (look, we drove 700 miles for this. 700. Kind of.).  

Can't stop, won't stop. We made it across the bridge and back alive. It was probs a miracle from above. 

Then we got the boys on the golf cart to take our picture. Take that.

Serious electricity in the air. Nice hair, lady.

After conquering the Hudson and narrowly escaping death, we continued on to the Catskills were we found ourselves in the sweet artsy town of New Paltz and its super-fab Super 8....

One thing's for sure--road tripping is hard work.