After our three day stay in Poughkeepsie we were ready to move on again, although there were still many things tourist items left unchecked on our to-do list –the FDR Library, the Vanderbilt Mansion, breweries and vineyards and more. When traveling by boat without a car, it is harder to reach places, even with Uber and rental cars.
One thing I really wanted to do was the New York State Park, Walkway over the Hudson, the longest elevated pedestrian bridge in the world. It is a “park in the sky” for walkers, hikers, joggers, bicyclists, and those with disabilities.
Speaking of cars, I must say that we drove to this region on a fairly regular basis to visit my son and his wife who both graduated from Marist College, here on the Hudson in Poughkeepsie. We rarely toured and usually only came to see them or their performances. What strikes me as amusing is that we would make it a day trip, only a 2-hour drive. This time it is has taken us over 5 travel days to get here by boat!! ;-0
It was less than 14 nautical miles from Poughkeepsie to Kingston, our next port of call. The Kingston Lighthouse or Rondout Lighthouse (seems to be called by both names) marks the entrance to Rondout Creek.
Kingston is located on Rondout Creek, and was the most important port between New York and Albany in the 19th Century. Rondout Creek isn’t really a “creek” as such, it is a 63 mile long tributary of the Hudson. We passed numerous marinas, shipyards and docks. Our goal was to go as far as we could to the end of Rondout and anchor.
After miles on the “creek”, we came to the end and go no farther. And it was a sweet little spot.
We had already checked for ice cream in Kingston and found “White’s Dairy Bar” in Eddyville, right near us, just a short walk past the bridge and dam. You knew we would find ice cream, didn’t you?
Wednesday, June 13th was a bit cloudy and drizzly, but that did not stop us from exploring Kingston. The Hudson Maritime Museum was a perfect place to hide from the so-so skies.
I wandered off to look at watercolors that were displayed between the exhibits. As I studied them, a charming older gentleman engaged me in a conversation. He was Michael Mendel, the artist. Born in 1934, he fled Nazi Germany in 1938 with his parents. His career as a graphic artist included creating album covers for musicians – Donovan, Etta James, Tony Bennett, Gladys Knight and the Pips.
Our last day in Kingston and our last day cruising together came to an end with dinner on Magnolia.