Two months and three states. That is what it took to finally find the barn for our reception. Because Mr. Cowboy Boot and I come from opposite sides of the country, we had to come up with a solution for who would travel. Would my family go from Los Angeles to New York? Would his go from New York to California? Would they meet somewhere in the middle? Neither of us has a family that is particularly larger than the other’s. For monetary reasons, it would be easier for my family to travel from California to the East Coast. Thus, my Google search from New Mexico was kicked off to find the perfect barn on the East Coast.
I combed through New York’s resources and abused the terms “New York”, “Barn”, and “Wedding” in search engines. But nothing I came across felt right.
We were a month out from our engagement party, which was to be held in New York, so we knew we’d be able to visit venues, but only a few, since we had limited time.
The Amee Farm, Pittsfield, VT
The first place I got stuck on was Riverside Farms in Vermont, about a five-hour drive from Mr. CB’s hometown. This is a venue that flies somewhat under the radar, unlike Round Barn Farm, which is beautiful, but a bit of a wedding factory. Three-hundred acre Riverside Farms not only has one wedding barn, but four, and a meadow protected by a small mountain. It’s secluded, full of antiques, and completely not manufactured. I loved it. The price, well, I didn’t love that as much. That said, the owners told me about a property they owned down the road called The Amee Farm (pictured above), which wasn’t on as much land, but included a 16-bedroom farmhouse and a newly restored barn with organic garden. I loved the idea of all of our wedding party and family staying in the house, while cute bed and breakfasts nearby would suffice for the other guests. But there were two things I couldn’t quite latch on to: 1) There wasn’t anywhere to have a private, secluded ceremony. The farmhouse sits just above the busiest road in town (Okay, not that busy. It’s Vermont, but still.), and the ceremony would have to be on the hill overlooking the road and town. Or, the road and town would be looking up at you. 2) The three-story barn was still under construction. The reception venue was planned for the second floor, which had a flat ceiling because of the third floor above it, thus ruining any novelty of celebrating in a barn structure. I want high ceilings, people. And, this was my first time in Vermont, and I was starting to feel like I wanted some connection to our locale of choice.
The field across from Mr. CB’s family friend’s house in Upstate NY
A few days later in New York, we decided to check out a few venues that didn’t have barns at all. The first was Mr. CB’s family friend’s new lake home–also under construction–about twenty minutes from Mr. CB’s hometown. There was a beautiful field on the lake (pictured, above) with a couple of trees I could totally see saying “I Do” under, but the lawn in front of the house didn’t seem big enough. Plus, the idea of bringing in every table, chair, fork, knife, speaker, and light in was enough to make me say no, as generous as the offer to use the house was.
Berry Hill Gardens Trellis
The second venue was actually recommended by a bridesmaid who had driven up for the engagement party from New York City. She stayed in a sweet little bed and breakfast called Berry Hill Gardens Bed and Breakfast. The five-bedroom house was a little outdated, but the gardens in front were stunning, with a trellis to use as an aisle, and flowers everywhere. Talk about not needing to decorate. But, alas, this didn’t feel right either.
Hyde Hall in Cooperstown, New York
The third place we went in New York has a bit of family history—Mr. CB’s great-grandmother had been a caretaker on this amazing property: Hyde Hall near Cooperstown, NY. Hyde Hall is a historic mansion on a grassy hill overlooking Otsego Lake in the Finger Lakes region. After rushing around the grounds on our way to the airport, I was ready to say yes. The views were fabulous for the ceremony, the mossy, marble building had the perfect amount of history creeping up its walls, and I loved the family-tie. Plus, this was the first place we’d seen that didn’t have any construction going on. But, Mr. CB didn’t like the idea of paying a site fee that came with absolutely nothing but the grounds. Hmph. This was proving to be difficult…