2009-10-05: Escaping from New York was quite easy compared to getting in. Laden with as much stuff as we could fit as well as a traveling companion, it took only a few high-speed maneuvers on the expressway before we cruised along for about an hour, and arrived in the town of Sleepy Hollow, where Washington Irving himself is buried. It was a very appropriate place to be on an autumn day in New England. We both thought that Irving's writings captured the essence of the season and the setting we found ourselves in. We toured Sleepy Hollow Cemetery extensively until it was time to move on to Massachusetts. We had visited eastern Massachusetts together about six years ago, so we would stay in the western potion of the state. We drove at a very leisurely pace toward Tolland State Forest, stopping at a few farm stands along the way for apple cider and other fall things.
Rural New York and Massachusetts had begun to show the fall colors in their foliage. The roads were winding enough to stay interesting, but not so much that driving them wasn't relaxing. Hills, valleys, and rivers were all around. It was like the southern states, but much more well managed and maintained. The hills seemed more spread out as well and the perfectly blue sky became a major aspect of the landscape. As so often happened before, things changed gradually but hinted at what lay ahead.
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