Today we went back to Hyde Park to see FDR's home away from home. This was really his mother's home, but he and Eleanor lived there when they weren't in Washington or New York. The tour was very interesting and made us appreciate what a remarkable person he really was. He was apparently a spoiled child and a mediocre student and went on to bring the country out of the depression and through World War II. Eleanor was also quite an inspirational character; I am going to read her autobiography when I get home.
We had dinner at Le Petit Bistro in Rhinebeck. I know, the name sounds too precious, but the food was wonderful. Bill says he'd come back to this area anytime for the food alone.
Speaking of home, that's where we're headed after breakfast tomorrow and I think we're both glad to be going. It's been a wonderful vacation, but you know what they say.