Matt and I snuck away during the one of the only sunny days we had in New York. We took the train out to Tarrytown, site of the real Sleepy Hollow. I had hoped to get this post out before Halloween — the cemetery pictures seemed fitting. Funny thing is though, the grave site never really was all that spooky, in fact, it was rather beautiful — the Dutch etchings are exquisite. The cemetery itself is over 60 acres; we foot it through the windy roads, markers and marble tombs for a few hours and wish we had even more time. Washington Irving has quite a peaceful spot among the old oaks, his story of the Headless Horseman evidently lives on.
[...] old mill in Tarrytown was actually our first stop, just across the street from the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery. It’s still a working mill — the crew that was there (dressed in period clothing) actually [...]