As a longtime real estate writer and reporter, and like so many post-pandemic work-from-home weekenders, my two residences have flipped. The run-down former chicken and rabbit farm that my husband and I bought on eight acres in Stone Ridge 25 years ago is now our primary, and our Hell’s Kitchen co-op is mostly a pied-à-terre. Those of us who’ve been in the Hudson Valley for a couple of decades watched with fascination—and no shortage of trepidation—as wave after wave of New Yorkers discovered our piece of paradise during the height of the global pandemic. Could that poky $315,000 raised ranch…
