Hudson Upsate New York

Quaintest, and Most Unique Damn Little Spot on East Coast 


So, I am somewhat undereducated on the nuances of New York State North of Manhattan, however, the third destination we were filming in for the TV show was in a town named Hudson, which I don’t think I had even heard of prior the show when they informed me I would be working there. So, off I toddled catching the Amtrak up from Penn State Station which could be a whole blog post in its own, wow! 


I arrived to what felt like the actual train station that was used in the Polar Express, which led me out to a snow-encrusted picturesque American equivalent to a Dickens novel.  It was somewhat of a time capsule, as most of the buildings which were 200 years older had been preserved. Thus, it had echoes of my former homeland, especially where I grew up in Yorkshire, which itself is full of quaint traditional small towns just like Hudson.


Apparently the population is a meager 6000 yet I counted at least 50 antique shops and art galleries or combos of both in the short 7 block walk from the main train station. Up the one and only main drag, Warren street. Then after asking the locals what the deal was I was informed that many Hudsonites and Hudson are considered the last stop on the NY subway system as the town sees a swell each weekend in its residents head count mostly second home owners from NYC many of whom are partial to antiques, art and food.   


There is a common thread  with the locals who all seem to have an overt pride of ownership their upstate New York town. One of the friendliest people and that is pictured here, DeForrest  is an ex Dublin who found his way to upstate New York scraping very similar things to myself but in his case it was Ireland he was escaping.  It seemed everywhere I went, every café  I stepped in, every bar I went and got a burger he was there, but I guess that’s what happens at a town of 6000 people although it was somewhat sublime how many times I’ve run into this chapter became a fast friend and my Hudson Ally during my weeklong stay. Plus at this establishment, the Governers Tavern, I really felt like I was back in the uk as I went there for a burger which was amazing btw and I was sat with a guy from Norwich, another guy from Barnsley, and the head chef was from London plus me made quite the authentic British Pub feel in upstate New York no less 


 My visit to Hudson to be there in early December so I got to experience winter in all her glory which is something I have not done since moving to Los Angeles. Initially, it was wonderful and reminded me of London but maybe California has softened me because the cold became never ending I could not wait to sleep it’s clutches on my last day.  The snow was pretty and hearing it crunch on the my feet was rather nostalgic but I remember moments of feeling I could not possibly be this cold, how is it humanly possible to be this cold, that the people of Hodson seem to be able to exist without breaking a sweat, choice of words but you know what I mean.   


 The week was over far too quickly and I felt as I was leaving Hudson that it may be sometime, if ever, I return. Not because the town does not deserve returning to just because upstate New York it’s completely the opposite end of the United States to where my life is based. I found it wonderfully history and picturesque and somewhere that I would frequent much more often if it was a little closer so from now Hudson I think you for a glorious week  and I particularly enjoyed the giant red brick industrial structures down by the river as I could see in my minds eye trade ships sailing up and down the massive Hudson river taking a good too and from Albany and Manhattan, it was a sight to see. 


 So if I scurried, scarf wrapped tightly around my neck, back to the sunshine and warmer temperatures of my beloved California but I will hold Hudson close to my heart and remember her being the cutest damn town United States so far, THANK YOU Hudson you were awesomely was the farmhouse from 1750 I stayed in pictured below. See you again, I hope, don’t know when but for now I will say see you later. 

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