North Fork visitors had another option to tour the region’s vineyards, shops and restaurants this fall — a weekend trolley service making stops from Mattituck to Greenport. The service, which was a test run for a permanent program, aimed to alleviate traffic congestion and promote tourism to carless travelers. (more…)
Nancy Mullady of Southold grooms her horse Chelsea at Hedgewood Farm. (Credit: Barbaraellen Koch)
Perhaps Leonard Dank, owner of Fox Run Farm in Cutchogue, summed it up best when describing the benefits of horseback riding. Mastering equestrianism, it seems, can be a metaphor for succeeding at life.
“Riding, like any sport, it teaches you how to train. How to practice how to become better,” he said. “It’s a social thing, too. But mostly riding is an individual competition with yourself.”
It’s also one of those endeavors that has the benefit of being its own reward. (more…)
The view of Oregon Road from the intersection with Bridge Lane in Cutchogue. (Credit: Monique Singh-Roy)
With stunning views of local waterways, acres of undeveloped pastures and rows and rows of lush grapevines, a long drive down one of the North Fork’s picturesque roads can be a relaxing and therapeutic exercise.
While it can be frustrating to traverse Main Road and the North Road, especially on Sundays in the fall, there are many long, serene roadways that are free from the hustle and bustle of the main arteries.
Here are five of our favorites for a Sunday drive.
Remember: If you do choose to make a trip down one of these streets, heed the speed limits and respect the people who live there.(more…)
The North Fork Food Truck visits McCall Wines in Cutchogue for Burger Fridays, one of the events our guest columnist recommends visiting using public transportation. (Credit: Randee Daddona)
When my husband and I moved out to the North Fork in 2015 after nearly 12 years in Manhattan, one of the most noticeable changes to everyday life was the need for a car to get around. For over a decade, I had grown accustomed to reliable public transportation and the expectation that I could get just about anywhere with my Metrocard or my bike.
A night out with friends in the East Village involved a simple jaunt aboard the M8 bus. The hassle of parking or the complexity of who was going to drive home never entered my thought process. I had even mastered the ride home from Trader Joe’s with my handlebars carefully balancing two giant bags of groceries. (more…)