Day 4 -- Catskills Road Trip -- Allegheny to Catskills
Sept 9, 2018. College boys kept me awake most of the night with their hee-hawing and Woody Woodpecker laughs. Stupid self-centered bozos.
Got up early and packed up camp by 8:00 am. Made my tea. All sites were electric so I could also charge up the laptop. Didn't eat breakfast because I sort of didn't want yet another pickle, cheese, and salami sandwich. Drove around a bit, went and paid my fee at the park office in the historic lodge building and looked around. There was a breakfast buffet in the lodge restaurant but I was only really wanting a scrambled egg, bacon, and sourdough toast with spicy tomato jam. Not some stupid buffet where all the food was in warming trays growing salmonella.
Went to the stone tower and when I got there I thought part of the tower was missing but this was the tower.
Drove around. Got gas somewhere and it was full service because it was on the Seneca Reserve and it was cheaper because there are no taxes? I should ask someone.
Drove around. Drove straight. Did some geocaching. I had to go 250 miles today and I had plenty of time so of course I did geocaching. And of course one of the geocaches was off the road by 7 miles but it was at the Curtiss Motorcycle and Airplane Museum so of course I had to stop there too. The kid at the desk thought I was a senior citizen and charged me $10 instead of $12. I wasn't sure if I should be offended or not. I didn't think I looked 65 yet. He aged me 3 years. And I have purple/blue/burgundy hair and was wearing a short skirt and leggings and a fashionable Japanese down jacket!
I watched the too long (but sort of 80% interesting; could have been edited a bit) video/movie about Curtiss's life and how he was the fastest man on earth and put an airplane engine on a motorcycle, started building airplanes, had a lifelong drama with the Wright Brothers, etc etc. blah blah blah. BUT -- I read this all in a book. What the hell was that book??? It's the same book that I read about James Garfields presidency and assassination. Mary F or KNR would know; of all the people in book club they would remember. Maybe I'm on a theme trip. "Is it an omen?" [that's an inside joke for Susan].
Finally got to where I was supposed to be with no more stops but it was terrible. I hated just driving through. I had a book on tape (The Great Alone). I tried to keep up with the other drivers but they were going about 15 over the speed limit and there were State Patrol everywhere. For sure I thought they'd see an out-of-state little Honda Fit driven by a woman who must look 65 and give her a ticket. Saw one other MN car today and one from WI.
The place where I'm staying for the week is wonderful so far. Very quiet. I'm on the far end of the upstairs and not above the common areas. My own room. Some quiet Y camp lodge and it's all for us all week, no other "campers."
The other people I can't remember their names yet. Two couples and the rest are guys. All old people. All "advanced" fly-fishers. I have to not have anxiety about this and have fun. We have to have breakfast at 8 and be ready to leave at 9. That's anxiety inducing for me. Get all my crap organized and remember my hat and my gloves and my sunscreen and my this and that? I'm having anxiety about it already.
Got up early and packed up camp by 8:00 am. Made my tea. All sites were electric so I could also charge up the laptop. Didn't eat breakfast because I sort of didn't want yet another pickle, cheese, and salami sandwich. Drove around a bit, went and paid my fee at the park office in the historic lodge building and looked around. There was a breakfast buffet in the lodge restaurant but I was only really wanting a scrambled egg, bacon, and sourdough toast with spicy tomato jam. Not some stupid buffet where all the food was in warming trays growing salmonella.
Drove around. Got gas somewhere and it was full service because it was on the Seneca Reserve and it was cheaper because there are no taxes? I should ask someone.
Drove around. Drove straight. Did some geocaching. I had to go 250 miles today and I had plenty of time so of course I did geocaching. And of course one of the geocaches was off the road by 7 miles but it was at the Curtiss Motorcycle and Airplane Museum so of course I had to stop there too. The kid at the desk thought I was a senior citizen and charged me $10 instead of $12. I wasn't sure if I should be offended or not. I didn't think I looked 65 yet. He aged me 3 years. And I have purple/blue/burgundy hair and was wearing a short skirt and leggings and a fashionable Japanese down jacket!
Finally got to where I was supposed to be with no more stops but it was terrible. I hated just driving through. I had a book on tape (The Great Alone). I tried to keep up with the other drivers but they were going about 15 over the speed limit and there were State Patrol everywhere. For sure I thought they'd see an out-of-state little Honda Fit driven by a woman who must look 65 and give her a ticket. Saw one other MN car today and one from WI.
The place where I'm staying for the week is wonderful so far. Very quiet. I'm on the far end of the upstairs and not above the common areas. My own room. Some quiet Y camp lodge and it's all for us all week, no other "campers."
The other people I can't remember their names yet. Two couples and the rest are guys. All old people. All "advanced" fly-fishers. I have to not have anxiety about this and have fun. We have to have breakfast at 8 and be ready to leave at 9. That's anxiety inducing for me. Get all my crap organized and remember my hat and my gloves and my sunscreen and my this and that? I'm having anxiety about it already.
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