This is "home". This is where I grew up and raised my children. This is where my parents grew up, and their parents too. I love the countryside here! More than the cold winters, it's the prices, the taxes and the politics that have driven me away.
We brought our children to this campground, only four miles from our house, when they were little. Now the sites we used to occupy have been washed away in the floods. I still like it here, at the convergence of the Mombaccus and Rochester Creeks.
All the rain last week did have me watching the water levels! The water level rises quickly with the run off from the mountains. It had a long way to go to crest the banks. If it had kept raining the way it had been I would have been concerned enough to consider moving to another site. Still, it was worth being observant!
We brought our children to this campground, only four miles from our house, when they were little. Now the sites we used to occupy have been washed away in the floods. I still like it here, at the convergence of the Mombaccus and Rochester Creeks.
All the rain last week did have me watching the water levels! The water level rises quickly with the run off from the mountains. It had a long way to go to crest the banks. If it had kept raining the way it had been I would have been concerned enough to consider moving to another site. Still, it was worth being observant!
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Most of the Kerhonkson I remember, is gone. My mother and I give each other directions based on where things "used to be". My daughter's chimes in, "but I don't know where things used to be!"
The new bridge and what is left of what is now, the oldest building in town. Black's Variety Store of the early 20th century, was where I helped Greg Black build his chopper and work on his racing bikes when we were in high school.
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My mom's youngest sister lived here when The Beatles Second Album was new. I remember my uncle's 00 stock car sitting in front of the garage.
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The top floor of this house was where my best friend in kindergarten lived. Roughly 20 years later, the half of the top floor with the tower (and the access to the attic!) was the apartment I shared with my daughter. The house was white with grey trim then.
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Things change and evolve. There is now a rail-trail that runs along the old D & H Canal towpath between Kerhonkson and Accord, an hour's walk. It winds along side the Rondout Creek and reminds me of what Boice Mill Road was like when I was a child, riding my bicycle everywhere except on route 209. That was forbidden! Now, all the old dirt roads are paved ... even Boodle Hole Road!
Water running down from Minnewaska.
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The Kerhonkson-Accord Rail-Trail.
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Picnic area along the Rail-Trail donated by Girl Scout Troop 60187.
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It is in the woods where I feel most at home. We wandered and played in the creeks as children, going home by dark. There would be an occassional tale of a bear or bobcat. They are more common now ... or maybe people just get more excited about sightings now?
I'll be here just about another month, cleaning out my storage unit and selling things at the Flea Market in High Falls (at the location of Lock 7) on Sundays. Helping my son move into his new place on Yankee Lake. Visiting with family and taking care of details take so much of my time I barely ride! That will come later in the summer.
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