Farewell to the Bowens – farewell to the kids – program the GPS and agree that it is to be called “Marge”. Head off for Woodstock via the United States freeway systems and subsequently the minor roads of the Catskill mountains.
Marge proves to be an old model of the Garmin GPS system – she regularly makes mistakes and starts to acquire an unsavoury name .
Arrive at Woodstock – small town – lovely setting – tourism seems to drive the economy – residues of the former hippie community abound – wander the town – head for the bar – strike up conversation with a local who claimed to be a local jeweller and conservationist – strikes me as someone more likely to be encountered on a bull dozer tearing up the bush – we adjourn to the attached diner – great meal – home to sleep off the day.
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