Autumn 2018 Trip Postcards: Okemo Mountain Resort

Friday was a glorious day in Vermont and, after making a quick trip to Rutland with one of my hosts to run some errands, I headed out to Ludlow for a drive up Ludlow Mountain in the Okemo Mountain Ski Resort. My destination was a fire tower at the top of the mountain that would require a drive to a parking area near the top and a 1/2 mile uphill hike.

Fortunately, the road was paved and in decent condition — I’ve been driving my brother’s Maserati this trip and it does not like rough roads or potholes — so the trip to the top, which crossed several of Okemo’s ski runs and wound through the forest, was pleasant and smooth. I backed into a parking spot among about six other cars in a gravel lot. Then Penny and I continued the trip on foot though a half-open gate up a relatively steep gravel road running through dense forest. The sound of trickling water was present, coming from one side of the road or the other all along the way.

My host had told me that I’d have to walk to the ski lift to see the tower in order to find it. While it’s true that the tower wasn’t visible from the road, I did spot a small wooden sign pointing to a very narrow trail into the woods. The tower was just another 1/10 mile away. We took the path.

Although it was a bright, sunny day, the woods were dark and cool. The path was muddy in some places, with large boulders that kept me out of the mud as I climbed over them. Another sign at a fork in the trail directed me to the left. Moments later, we were at the bast of a small, five-story fire tower with spindly legs and a tiny wooden structure on top.

Fire tower atop Ludlow Mountain.

Here’s a view of the fire tower from its base. I shot this after my descent; three hikers are on their way up here.

The steps were steep and I had to carry Penny. (Another benefit of having a small dog.) I paused briefly for a look at each landing. The view kept getting better and better. The steps got steeper and narrower at each level. Soon we were through the trap door and standing in the tiny room at the top.

Panorama from the tower looking east.

Here’s a panorama looking east from the fire tower.

A view of Ludlow from the fire tower.

I could also see Ludlow far down in the valley.

After about fifteen minutes of drinking in the view, I picked up Penny again and carefully made my way back down. We met some other hikers as we made our way back down the trail, including a couple who had stopped upon seeing a garter snake alongside the trail. He pointed it out to me and I got a good look as it slipped away into the brush. His wife was apparently terrified and I heard her whining to him about it even after I’d left them behind on the trail.

Back out on the sunny gravel road, we hiked up to the ski lift. As my host had said, I could see the fire tower from there.

Fire tower in the forest.

The view of the fire tower from near one of the ski lifts.

I also got some great views looking down the mountain along the parked chairs of the lift.

Looking down the ski lift.

A view down a ski lift at the top of Okemo Mountain Resort.

On the way back to the car, I poked around in the forest a bit. This time of year I’m always looking for chanterelle mushrooms. Although I didn’t find any there, I did find other mushrooms growing out of the forest floor.

Forest mushroom.

The obligatory mushroom photo.

We spent a little more than an hour atop the mountain. then it was back in the car for the drive down and a lote lunch.

Autumn 2018 Trip Postcards: Dorset Quarry

While scanning Google Maps for some day trip destinations this morning, I stumbled upon Dorset Quarry. Dating from 1785, it’s the first marble quarry in the area and the oldest quarry in the United States.

A popular swimming hole in the summer, it was pretty quiet on a partly cloudy autumn day. Here are a few photos.

Dorset Quarry.

A view of Dorset Quarry from the north side.

Cut stones.

Piles of very large stones stacked along the north side of the quarry.

Waterfall, creek, and bridge.

The quarry’s large pool is fed by a small creek that cascades out of the forest.

Stones and quarry pool.

Can you see Penny running toward me in this photo shot on the south side of the quarry?

Autumn 2018 Trip Postcards: An ATV Ride in the Forest

I’m in Vermont this week, spending some time with some very old friends. Today, we mounted up on their ATVs and headed out into the national forest near their home on some of the roughest ATV trails I’d ever been on. Here are a few photos.

Penny on the quad.

Penny came along, of course. Although she normally stands on the fuel tank of my ATV when we ride it at home to do chores, this ATV had a smaller tank and the roads were a lot bumpier. So I put her in a milk crate fastened to the front of the ATV. Here we are at the start of one of the trails.

Foundations in the woods.

It’s hard to see in this photo, but there’s a stone foundation of an old 1800s farmhouse here. This was one of many completely cleared farm sites 200 years ago.

Pond-side campsite.

This campsite is my friends’ sons’ favorite.

Wallingford Pond.

Wallingford Pond is more of a lake than a pond. As you can see, the weather wasn’t exactly perfect for fall foliage viewing.

Dam in the forest.

Another narrow trail through the woods took us to this old dam which still provides a farm several miles away with water.

View from the cabin.

Our last stop was an off-the-grid cabin high in the mountains. The views are supposed to be amazing but today the clouds lifted just enough to give me an idea of what I was missing.

Autumn 2018 Trip Postcards: Rondout Valley Campground

Back in the early 1970s, when I was about 12, my family owned a 22 foot Prowler pull trailer. For two summers in a row, my dad pulled it up to a Catskills campground in Accord, NY and parked it there. My mother, sister, brother, and I would spend the summer there and my dad would join us on his days off.

They were great childhood days. We made friends with a family from Brooklyn (the Murrays) and another family (the Smalls — where are you Albie?) who were doing pretty much the same thing. Every day was spent doing stuff outdoors: fishing, swimming, splashing around in the creek, exploring the woods. There was an abandoned blueberry farm not far away and in season we’d all go pick blueberries. There was a rec hall with pool tables and pinball machines and a jukebox. I can’t tell you how many times we played “Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress” on that thing.

They say you can’t ever go back, but that’s only partially true. I went back today. 40+ years later, the place is bigger than it was, with lots more campsites. The trees have grown and there’s lots of shade. I walked around with Penny for a while and reminisced about the old days.

Campground bridge.

This one lane bridge is the only way in or out for the campground.

The pavilion.

This building, which we called the Pavilion, was open sided in the early 1970s. They showed movies in there on Saturday nights; it’s where I saw The Graduate at the tender age of 12 or 13. Our friends’ parents pulled them out after the tasseled pasties scene. Oops.

Family campsite.

This fifth wheel is parked in the campsite my family occupied our first season at Rondout Valley. The trees weren’t there and behind our site was an undeveloped pasture.

Family campsite.

The second season, we camped near here, with the creek behind us.

Waterfall.

The rec hall is gone without a trace, but the waterfall just outside the campground remains.

Autumn 2018 Trip Postcards: High Point Monument

On my long, circuitous route from Clark, NJ to East Wallingford Vermont, I stopped at High Point State Park in North Western New Jersey. It was another one of the places I’d been a few times in the past. That area of New Jersey was a very popular destination for the motorcycle club my wasband and I belonged to in the 1990s, mostly because of the many twisting mountain roads that made for great riding.

High Point is the highest point in New Jersey at 1803 feet. The monument, a 220 foot obelisk, was built in 1928-1930 to honor war veterans. The obelisk is open to the public; there’s a small fee to climb to the top.

High Point Monument and Lake Marcia

The High Point Monument reflecting in the water of Lake Marcia within the park.

High Point Monument panorama.

I used the panoramic capture feature on my phone to fit the whole tower in for a shot from its base.

Night Point Monument silhouetted against the sky.

The High Point Monument silhouetted against the late afternoon sky.

I should mention here an obelisk is not a rare form for monuments in New Jersey. I grew up near the Camp Merritt Memorial Monument in Dumont, NJ, a 65 foot obelisk.