This is the entrance way for the Mario Cuomo bridge in West Nyack. There's public bathrooms and…read moreparking. There's a vending machine and a rack for bike repairs. You can come here if you are going to walk or ride across the bridge. There is also am entrance to the Raymond Esposito trail.

At 7pm on a weeknight, the museum was closed but I still had the opportunity to enjoy the outside…read moreand appreciate it for what was written on the historical marker posted in front. "Dutch Colonial farmhouse built in the early 1700's. Both carved date of 1747 found on an old barn beam and the rubble stone construction of the house place it in this early period. Minutes of the East New Jersey Board of Proprietors and existing public records lead to the belief [that the] house was built by a Westervelt, early owners of the land (a part of the much disputed Ramapough tract). According to recently discovered records, the house served as a tavern during the 18th century. Thus came the persistent legend that Aaron Burr stopped here for liquid refreshment en route to the Hermirage. This house is on both the State and National Registers of Historic Places." I'd love to stop by when it's open. [Review 11521 overall, 1301 of 2019.]

A bit of a local treasure, this 1700's farm house was saved from demolition in the 1950's and…read moreturned into a local museum full of antiques. The main floor is furnished with period furniture, the upstairs houses a children's museum full of toys (temporarily closed) as well as a library. They stage events like cider making and St. Nick's Day in December, it's worth stopping by one of the open houses.

There's a previous review that says this isn't a bridge but IT IS a bridge. You can walk across it…read moreand it goes over a stream. Unfortunately, it's not the original bridge Washington Irving was inspired by but it is recreated after his words. It's a peaceful place in the cemetery to have some "horseplay" over.

The original bridge is not in the sleepy hollow cemetery but right across the street. The cemetery…read moreis beautiful btw. Was there in a rainy day and it was perfect .

Came here at night. It was so beautiful and amazing. Truly breathtaking…read more I want to come back and see it during the day.

Growing up in Garfield, I never even knew that we had waterfalls b/c river road wasn't the nicest…read moreroad to drive down. Now, they really changed it. They paved the entire street, added a sidewalk, a playground, and a ramp down to the waterfall. It definitely adds beauty to our town. I now run down there and enjoy the sites. Now this isn't the Niagara Falls by any measure, but its a simple citys gem.. I think its great and i'll be running around here a lot more often... not to mention- they will be opening up a new wawa right around here very shortly!!

Came here with some friends to visit Sleepy Hollow. Can't visit without seeing the infamous…read moreheadless horseman statue. BUT it's another tourist trap with limited parking. Circled around the block but such a hype made it impossible to get a spot. Took photos from the car. Cool structure

When you're in Sleep Hollow, or even just passing through, of course you pass by the Headless…read moreHorseman statue. It is tucked in between some trees so it could be easy to miss if you aren't looking for it. It is impressive and worth a quick stop.

If you want a thorough history of this cool spot, read the previous review. It's excellent and what…read moreinspired me to come visit. As someone who had a grandfather who survived WWII and a great uncle that did not, it was poignant to see such a nice depiction. I'd recommend it to anyone else who had relatives serve for the same reason.

For 1.3 million World War II American soldiers, Piermont, NY was their last stop in the country…read morebefore they sailed across the Atlantic to join the war in Europe. They were housed in nearby Camp Shanks, and on the day they left America to join the war, 40,000 men a month walked down the pier, and boarded either a ship to France or a ferry to New York on their way to England. For many, the walk down the Piermont pier was their final walk on American soil. This striking monument features a statue of a helmeted GI in full uniform. He has a hand grenade and a shovel on his belt, and a sash with many pockets for equipment storage. His right hand is raised in a sign of farewell. His left hand is resting on a stone whose plaque bears the following inscription: Last Stop U.S.A. During World War Two, 40,000 U.S. troops per month, including many Piermont residents, passed this spot enroute to the end of Piermont Pier, the largest port of embarkation on the East Coast, where ships were waiting to transport them to military duty in war-torn Europe. Many of these troops landed on the shores of France where the invasion began on June 6, 1944. Thus this area came to be known as "Last Stop U.S.A." After the war came to a victorious conclusion, some 533,869 men returned home to the U.S.A. first setting foot on their homeland at the end of that same Piermont Pier. "Lest We Forget," many of the men who embarked from Piermont never returned. This plaque is dedicated to the honor of those who served and the sacred memory of those who never returned. Dedicated 1994

Very cool toll house situated just outside Peekskill on the nice windy road along the river. One of…read moremy favorite drives.

At the risk of sounding arrogant, I'm used to larger parks-- parks that offer baseball, soccer, and…read morefootball fields, hiking and running trails, hockey rinks, picnic tables, outdoor grills, facilities for large groups to gather indoors, water fountains, bathrooms, ample parking lots, even...disc golf. Sunset Memorial Park is miniscule in comparison to them, and it offers...well, benches to sit down on and enjoy the scenery that presents itself. Just to be clear, I don't mean that as a dig. I like the park, although I've never spent a lot of time in it. And...at the risk of belaboring my life story...I had virtually no familiarity with Rutherford at all...its parks or anything else about it...until my birth mother located me (with the somewhat reluctant assistance of the Lutheran Agency through which I had been adopted many moons earlier) and reached out approximately 20 years ago. At that time, my maternal grandmother resided not far from where Sunset Memorial Park is located. This is the area where my birth mother spent her teenage years (she spent her childhood years in Hoboken). It's where I first met my genetic relatives, who were...thankfully...warm and welcoming. I never felt I was replacing the family I was raised with...they were, and always will be, my family...but I have expanded that family, and consider my relatives...both genetic and adopted...family. My late grandmother loved this park and would come here often up until her final years, when her son (my uncle) moved her down to North Carolina and out of the old family residence. I've only actually walked in the park once or twice, and found it pleasant enough, but I pass here often when driving to visit my birth mother. She tells a story of how her father, a decent guy by all accounts, but a bit of the tyrannical puritan (he died years before my reunion with my genetic family took place, and I unfortunately was never able to meet him, but I think, if I can play the dime store psychiatrist about someone whose genes I carry but never actually encountered face to face, he was probably somewhat conflicted emotionally and perhaps psychologically; his father's family were wealthy Protestants originally from New Hampshire, which certainly clashed...religiously and culturally...with his mother's Brooklyn working-class Irish Catholicism; he insisted his children be raised as Congregationalists, but when he had had a few beers and was feeling no pain, he was not adverse to singing "Danny Boy" and other Irish classics, often in the company of his maternal Irish relatives, whom he revered), came upon a teenaged couple "making out" in the park and brusquely told them to move on and to take it somewhere else. My birth mother was mortified and embarrassed. (It's ironic, perhaps, that I was "conceived" in a house just a stone's throw from the park and born to teenagers who were also "making out.") In addition to being small, the park is sort of on a tilt, so when you walk around it, you're almost walking at an angle. It's well cared for and landscaped with thorough professionalism (U.S. Veterans have worked together to revitalize it), and it does have more than enough benches for sitting. Is there much to see from those benches? Well...Rutherford is a nice Bergen County town. It seems to have aged well. The houses surrounding the park are not new, but they're well kept, and there are abundant trees in the vicinity (Rutherford is often referred to as "the borough of trees"). Of course, not far distant, across the polluted Passaic River (with numerous homeless people living on its banks), is the grimy, often dangerous, always depressing city of Passaic. As invariably happens in life, grim reality is never far off from intruding upon whatever peace and restorative tranquility we can temporarily find for ourselves. But, for all that, it's still a nice place to sit, reflect, meditate, and contemplate life in all its ramifications and complexities. To relax, maybe have a conversation with a friend, or friends. It's definitely an old park (according to a marker set up near its perimeter, it was established in 1905 on land donated by Henry Jackson, whoever he was), so it has that certain timeless quality and sense of history about it. Just don't expect to play any disc golf while you're here.

The story goes that Rutherford landowener Henry R. Jackson use to enjoy watching the sunset from…read morethis rolling hill area of his land.  He later donated the plot of  land to the town with the cavit that it would remain as an undeveloped recreatiomn area.   110 Years later on street named after Jackson sits the small park which also serves a memmorial to WWI, and WWII local servicemen, a  memmorial  is here dedicated to their memory and sacrifice. Other than that hardly anyone is seen at this park, and due to development across the Passaic River those sunset are not the same as they where in Jackson's time.