Woodstock Jet Lag Journal: Hippie Yippee Ki Yay
A+S spent a dreamy weekend upstate in the country getting our flower children on. Woodstock, NY is still reaping the benefits of those three days of peace, love and music in the summer of ’69. It is truly a home to artists, yogis, and vegans, and they stroll through the town square with their protest posters, nodding to one another and saying “Peace, man.”
This weekend getaway is a cinch: board a bus in Port Authority, enjoy the free wifi for about 2.5 hours, and get dropped off in the town square. We stayed at a beautiful white and blue house called Herb Cottage, up a hill but definitely within walking distance.
Kyra is a fan of Levon Helm, the drummer and vocalist of The Band (and I mostly know him from playing Sissy Spacek’s father in Coal Miner’s Daughter). He died in 2012 and is buried in Woodstock Cemetery, so we paid a visit to this sunny green spot. Woodstock is the home he embraced in the aughts as he performed “Midnight Rambles” at his studio.
The town of Woodstock is home to vegan food, my very favorite being The Garden Cafe for lunch where we had banana lattes, coconut rice and seitan. We were also treated to the most delicious coffee at Oriole9, and we went two days in a row. I have not had such great coffee since A+S’s trip to Mexico! Shops are filled with flowy dresses and mala beads, and we had a great time perusing vinyl records and buying fresh peaches at an outdoor market. We particularly love The Turquoise Lady, a shop with gorgeous crystals and dream catchers, run by a woman who is just draped in turquoise jewelry and scoots around in her electric chair reading and describing your energy as soon as you walk through the door. Book nerds through and through, we visited the Woodstock Public Library, who was have a book sale in a whitewashed barn around the back. Shelf after shelf after pile after pile we found thousands of books, none of them alphabetized, requiring you to run your finger down the titles and browse for at least an hour. And every book was a dollar! Thank goodness we had a bike basket for our purchases!
It was a hot weekend, so we spent each day at the swimming hole. We carefully waded our way through the frigid fresh water over the slippery rocks and sunned ourselves on the rocks like a trio of hippie reptiles.
Finally, with only a few minutes to spare until the bus rolled into the town square, we joined a drum circle. Completely inclusive, the group provides a pile of drums in the center for anyone to help themselves. Local musicians can bring their own instruments to accompany the drums – I saw one with a clarinet and another with percussion instruments – and if inspired, you can dance in the center of the circle!
This getaway in the country was made truly magical by our sweet Herb Cottage, which we rented for the weekend as our very own blue and white farmhouse.