Public records connect a $35.5 million federal lease in Newburgh to DHS and ICE, but the building’s exact mission, capacity, opening date and local impact remain unexplained.

After April’s freeze damaged Hudson Valley orchards and vineyards, federal disaster status opened emergency loans, not automatic grants.

This Friday, July 31, from 7 to 9:30 p.m., the Walkway becomes something more than a bridge for a few hours. It's the second annual Lights Across the Hudson, put on by the Hudson Valley Hospice Foundation, and it's exactly what it sounds like: thousands of glowing luminaries lining the path between Poughkeepsie and Highland, each one dedicated to someone who died, each one carried onto the bridge by someone who still remembers them.

Those Tiny Black Bugs Are Suddenly Swarming Hudson Valley Yards—Here’s What to Do - They don’t bite, sting or spell the end of your backyard. But the little polka-dotted insects hopping across patios right now will soon enter a much messier stage of life.

NOT BIGFOOT. WORSE. A local's dispatch from the strangest corner of Dutchess County I've lived in this valley long enough to know a few things for certain: the leaves turn in mid-October, the Thruway will always be under construction, and somewhere between the Taconics and the Catskills, there is always — always — a Bigfoot story developing. This week's installment comes out of Pine Plains, and I'll be honest with you: I expected the usual blurry-shape-in-the-woods routine. W

I've spent two decades in this valley chasing swimming holes the old-fashioned way — half-remembered directions from a guy at the hardware store, a "no trespassing" sign you pretend not to see, a scramble down a bank that ruins a perfectly good pair of sneakers. So forgive me if I sound a little stunned writing this next sentence: New York State just handed us a legitimate, lifeguarded, ADA-accessible swimming hole, for free, and it's better than any of the secret ones. It

I've lived in Woodstock for going on twenty years, long enough to know that when somebody says "there's trouble at The Barn," they don't mean the goats got loose. They mean The Barn — Levon Helm's barn, the one on Plochmann Lane, the one where a half-blind, half-deaf, throat-cancer-ravaged drummer from Turkey Scratch, Arkansas rebuilt his entire life out of plywood, faith, and Sunday night gospel harmonies. I've sat on those bleachers. I've felt that floor shake. And I never

Somewhere off the shore of Hyde Park, under the same water where people paddleboard and toss out crab lines and pretend not to think about what's touching their ankles, there is a fish the length of a Volkswagen Beetle currently thundering. Not swimming. Not splashing. Thundering. Like, scientifically documented, peer-reviewed, someone-had-to-double-check-it's-not-a-train thundering. This is not a metaphor I'm building toward. This is the actual finding. Researchers jus