Good thing we left that day.
I had found the Stone House online and was attracted by the website, its rooms and pictures of breakfast, as well as the mention of two in-house cats (although it said that they are NOT allowed in the rooms).
The home is indeed very old, as an owner will tell you in earnest detail the minute you arrive and well before you have seen your room and unpacked (I might leave the lesson for later in the stay). But I understand the enthusiasm - they renovated the place themselves and are clearly very proud of it.
Our room was very comfortable and attractive, the bed a dream. At night the house creaks a great deal as guests move about on the old wooden floors, or in our case, go to a separate, but very pretty, bathroom down a hallway; and said floor delivered a nasty splinter to my bare foot. I liked blogging wirelessly from an antique desk.
In the large grounds (I was dying to suggest a garden, especially on the slope down to the river, as there is nothing right now), two enormous old sugar maples are the source of the maple syrup at breakfast. This was fascinating news and I rushed out at once to look at them...
Breakfast is good, arriving in plated courses, although I don't think I'll ever find coffee that tastes like coffee, and Vince and I were late on day one, having overslept, and arriving sheepishly at the communal table where everyone is fed on the stroke of 9am. I dread communal tables, but we had good (Brooklyn-exclusive) company. I just am not a conversation-at-breakfast sort of person.
My favourite breakfast remains: good bread, good butter, good jam, good coffee. More elusive than you'd think.
The sugar maple in front of their house. Huge. The hole from whence the sap ran.
Maple syrup on pancakes at breakfast. Bad shot, sorry.
Considering what the Stone House charged - for our huge room $200/night - and what the Inn on 23rd (my mom's abode in Manhattan) charged, $329...no comparison. The Inn on 23rd is really a dump and I get angrier about it the farther away it gets (I should learn to say what I think). OK, so the Inn is in New York, but in fact, the restaurants at which we ate out here (Terrapin - really bad - in Rhinebeck, and Le Canard Enchaine - ordinarily good bistro food but very overpriced, in Kingston) charged high prices for food and service that were significantly not up to scratch. So I'm not sure that prices are that different this close to the city. A ripoff remains a ripoff. High-freakin' way robbery.
Stay at the Stone House. Spurn the Inn on 23rd.
Oh, and the cats? We met Mila, a cat with a dramatic life's story, and who was incredibly friendly and who walked with us to the river. Very sorry he was not allowed into the guest areas. He never stayed still long enough to be photographed properly.