While she was there, I headed to Wilderstein to paint. It was late, and I had about an hour to work before they closed. When I arrived it was beautiful; the sky a mix of cerulean blue and clouds.
The last resident to live there was Margaret Suckley, the confidante and probably lover of FDR. She died at 100 in 1991 while still a resident of the house. I have not gone inside yet, but the grounds have trails for hiking, and the house has a beautiful view of the Hudson. It's free to roam the grounds. I set up camp on a bench and painted. It wasn't long before the cicadas arrived to check out what I was doing, my first look at them close up.
While working on my second painting, the clouds started rolling in, and surprise... so did a warm steady summer shower..on me and my second sketch..which I think benefitted from the raindrops! Thankfully the porch was 20 or so feet away, so I threw everything in my bag and I made a run for it. It was four...the time that the grounds close, so once the rain let up, I made a bee line for the car.
The next adventure...The Butterfly Conservatory in Oneonta, NY!