Fall Camping 2021!

We usually go cabin camping in September because I love fall in the woods! But this year, we instead went tent camping in October! Okay, it was the first week of October, but nonetheless still October.

Ziggy discovers the simple joys of barking at cows at dawn!

I can already tell this post is going to be photo-heavy! It was so beautiful at the farm we stayed at in upstate New York. And the best thing was that we were the only campers there. It was a private campsite! Just us, a canvas tent (provided by the farm) and an outhouse everyone except me was scared to use. The photo above shows the cow field that bordered one side of the field we were in. Twice a day, someone came to feed the cows. But other than that, we didn’t need to see anyone if we didn’t want to.

Opposite the cow field was a river!

However, we did end up seeing others, since the farm was having a fall festival. And if there’s one thing I cannot pass up, it’s a fall festival. We walked about a half mile down a dirt road to the main farm area, where we got to do all the activities for free, since we were staying on the farm. There was a climbing wall, hay maze, giant slide, hay rides, and various games. The kids enjoyed it greatly!

My kids were impressed at both my ability to make fire and to turn it green!

Other than the festival, we spent most of the weekend just hanging around our campsite. My main complaint about camping has always been how loud it is and how many people are crowded around. Not this time! It was so wonderful to wake up with the sunrise and the quiet of the river and birdsong (and cows mooing!). My kids played very nicely with each other and my spouse and I had plenty of time to read and enjoy the beautiful fall weather!

Alone at sunrise–it was so beautiful!

This trip definitely made me want to tent camp again, but unfortunately it’s getting a bit too cold for me, and we’ll probably wait until next spring.

Summer Vacation: The Poconos

My family recently spent a week in the Poconos! This was my third time there. I also went once when I was 18, once just before or after I got married (so 15 to 17 years ago). The day we left for vacation, my younger son woke up saying his ear felt “wet.” I looked in it, and saw the expected and dreaded pus. Off to the doctor we went, who confirmed it was an ear infection, and told us he was fine to go on vacation, but no going in the water. Since most of what we planned involved water, we were disappointed, but tried not to let him see that. So only a few hours later and we were off!

Bushkill Falls–so pretty!

We were staying in a very nice AirBnB that had a creek on the property and allowed dogs. We had arrived so late, we went right out to dinner at an outdoor restaurant, since we didn’t want to leave Ziggy alone at an unfamiliar location. Then, we went to buy a few breakfast things at the grocery store and headed back to the cottage. Everything was fine until 3am, when the kids came into our room saying that our son’s ear hurt so much he couldn’t sleep.

I had a bad feeling then, but we gave him some pain reliever and hoped for the best. In the morning, we decided to do a thing that did involve water, but not going into it: hiking Bushkill Falls! I’ve been to this hiking spot (really, a tourist spot) every time I’ve been to the Poconos. We had a nice hike and then everything fell to pieces. My son wanted to go home, badly. You know when you’re sick and not in your own bed? It sucks. He asked to go to grandma’s house, which was much closer than our home.

A younger me at the falls!

With many tears (I tried not to cry but it was impossible), I said goodbye as my husband drove him to his grandma’s house. Skipping ahead, I want to note that we video chatted every day (although 90% of the video chats were just him asking to see the dog), and he is much better now and we have a follow-up with his ENT scheduled. It was the right decision, as my older son and I probably spent about two hours a day in the pool.

Same spot, years later, with three of my favorite Earthlings!

Other things we did included a two-hour canoe trip, waterslides, go-karts, mountain tubing, mini-golf, zip-lining, and lots of relaxing and not having to cook or clean up after ourselves. I really wanted to hike more, but it just didn’t happen. This was mostly due to the one other bad thing that happened: my older son got bitten by a wolf spider. There were many, many spiders in the area for some reason, and because I am the only one not afraid of spiders, I had to go in and remove a bunch from the cottage. When my son got bitten, he was down by the creek and throwing sticks, and the spider was on one of them. I’ve also been bitten by a wolf spider, and I know it really hurts. But we gave him a pain reliever and it was mostly gone (the fang marks were still there) the next day.

My son on the terrifying zipline!

Anyway, that was the trip! Mostly good but I will definitely have to make it up to my younger son in some way!

Spring Camping (sort of) Trip!

I love writing about my vacations with family, as it helps me to remember and appreciate them more, and some day I imagine I’ll be able to look over past blog posts with fondness. That is why I hesitate to write this one.

Having spent a portion of my life living alone in a rural area, I am not easily freaked out by animals or whatnot that one might find in the woods. I have come very close (too close!) to bears while hiking, almost stepped on more than one rattlesnake, had a litter (I know it’s not a litter–what is it?) of garter snakes hatch in my linen closet, had a tarantula appear SOMEHOW in my closet on a day I moved into a different apartment (I tried to trap it for a year, but only saw it again the day I moved out). I’ve been bit by a Northern Widow spider (fortunately a baby) and a Wolf Spider while camping. None of those things bothered me that much.

But there is one thing that very much bothers me and that thing is ticks!!!! Despite many hours of hiking, and a lot of that going off trails, I have seen maybe a dozen ticks in my life. I wish I could go back to those days! But let me tell the story from the beginning.

Ziggy perhaps sensing she is not alone in her skin.

My family of five (two parents, two kids, and a dog) left the relative tick-less safety of New York City on a Thursday. After stopping to see the kids’ grandma for lunch, we got upstate (near Kingston, NY) by late afternoon. Almost immediately, I was reunited with my very good friend who I haven’t seen in almost a year and a half. We got everyone situated and left to go grocery shopping. After a joyful but quiet night, we all went to sleep.

The next day, I was my birthday! I wanted to celebrate with a morning hike, lunch at a restaurant, mini golf and go-karts, shopping, and then dinner at another restaurant. Basically, I wanted not to cook or clean up! Well, we went on the hike on the trails near where we were staying. The trails were marked but a bit overgrown. I didn’t think anything of it, because the dog is on flea and tick preventative and we all sprayed ourselves.

“Kids, go stand by that Murder Shed!”

The hike was underwhelming until we got back and saw we each had varying numbers of ticks and the dog probably had 35 or so. UGGGHHHHH. After tick picking and showering, we had lunch in town, which was nice. After lunch we decided to go back to the campsite and take stock but ended up falling asleep somehow. When we all woke, we realize there were more ticks on the dog and ourselves, and even just on the ground where the dog was going to the potty. So we left. We sealed everything in plastic bags and went to Target for new pjs and a new dog bed (the old one was discovered to be full of ticks). Then we went to eat because it was somehow after 9pm and most restaurants were closing.

My friend offered for the five of us to sleep in his apartment, and it was very much appreciated. We all showered again and gave the dog a bath in flea and tick shampoo. Then we went to sleep. The next day, somehow, more ticks were found, albeit not on Ziggy. I think the preventative was killing any that landed on her. We made breakfast and spent the day walking around Woodstock, which was fun. The flea market and most of the stores and restaurants are very dog-friendly. But that night, we found more ticks, which made me think we picked them up either in Woodstock, or in the yard where I took Ziggy to go potty.

Found in a shop in Woodstock. Highly recommended!

The next day, we left, but obviously brought some ticks with us. I picked one out of my younger son’s hair on Tuesday afternoon. I don’t even know what to say. I’m still horrified. I washed everything ten times and sent the dog to the groomers (they found nothing on her). We are supposed to go camping two more times this summer (different areas), and I don’t want a repeat!

Fall Camping Trip!

My favorite season to go camping is fall, and we usually go every year. I personally don’t like the winter at all (although both my kids love snowboarding and cold weather–go figure!), so the fall is my last hurrah in the nice weather before spring.

We were thinking about not going this year, with the pandemic and also the confusion of flu season starting, but camping, with being around hardly anyone else, is pretty low-risk, so we decided to go.

Exploring the woods on the where we camped. The kids claim they saw a bear, but I saw nothing.

We only traveled about an hour and a half north of NYC, but the area we stayed was very sparsely populated. Now is where I admit I use the term “camping” loosely. We stayed in an airB&B. There was no one else around, and it was very peaceful.

Fresh from the tree!

I’ve always wanted to go apple picking, but this is the first year we managed to do it. It was as fun as you would imagine picking apples to be (which is only slightly fun to be honest).

Scary sign!

We also went hiking to this neat looking cave that had an opening on the top that let the sun in. There was apparently a waterfall in the back of the cave, but the water on the ground was too high at the time, so we couldn’t access it.

And that’s all for traveling until the spring, most likely! It was more than I thought I would be able to do this year!

Very awesome cave view!

Summer Vacation (Pandemic Edition)

Way back 20 years ago in January, I thought I would be doing a lot of traveling this year and thought how it would be great to start using this blog to write about my travels, almost the digital equivalent of a scrap book. I had a bunch of trips lined up for 2020, and had actually paid for a trip in March to Seattle (didn’t get any money back on that one), a trip in April to Disney World (got a refund for the hotel and vouchers for everything else), a trip to a farm in June (got the entire refund), and a trip to Lake George in July. I got into a disagreement with the AirB&B host in April when I tried to cancel, and someone from AirB&B tried to intervene on my behalf, but I still couldn’t get any money back. When it came time for the trip, we decided to go. We brought our own stuff with us and wore masks in public expect for the four times we dined outside.

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Samir on a terrifying rope course. 

Was it the vacation I intended? No, absolutely not. I had been to Lake George when I was a child and literally the only thing I remembered was the House of Frankenstein Wax Museum. So of course I was very excited to take my own kids to a place that has haunted me for more than 35 years. Alas, even though it was open, it was all inside, so we did not go. We also arrived on a Monday, when our reservation was Sunday, in order to let the place air out for a bit.

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Being alone in the woods for many hours made me very happy.

Anyway, that’s the bad stuff. The good stuff is that I went for five days without cooking once! I had intended to cook, but the apartment had no pots and pans or utensils for cooking. (Later, I looked at the reviews and saw this was mentioned in a lot of them.) There was a refrigerator and microwave and coffee pot, so we ate granola bars and fruit for breakfast in the apartment, and then usually had lunch out and either picked up dinner to eat in the apartment, or had our lunch leftovers for dinner.

As far as activities, we went to a historic fort and got to hear them shoot a cannon, went in the motel pool, went to the beach, took the kids on a ropes course and zip line that they loved but nearly gave me a heart attack, and found a hiking trail so secluded that we only came across one other group in four hours of hiking (my favorite day).

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At the Lake George town beach.

So despite the fact that I have horrible insomnia when not in my own bed and one night only slept for two hours, I am glad we got away. The kids had a great time and a change of scenery was good for all of us. I probably would have preferred a cabin in the woods situation, especially at this time, but we are thinking we might do that in the fall.