Rockland House
Travel Blogs from Roscoe
Days Seventy-Eight through Eighty-Three
Me and the Zoobs settled into our temporary home at the "Rock House" (more about this later) on Wednesday and were issued our official National Park Service Volunteer in Parks (VIP) gear consisting of tan shirts with the VIP logo, a green coat, keys, and a white Jeep Liberty. After a couple of days of orientation, we headed back to Carlsbad (about …
Neversink Reservoir after the Deluge
... table and I put it in a very logical place.
We put the boats in at Chandler's Cove. The walk to the water wasn't too bad until we got to the shore where it was quite muddy. We investigated some coves while heading toward the outlet of the Neversink River. There were streams running into the reservoir and for relatively small streams, it was amazing the amount of noise they made. We tried to figure out whether the recent rains accounted for ...
Having the Right Address Helps
... my Guinness. We shared driving home since it took a long time. Chris was glad to see us, but I'm not so sure he was glad to meet the rocks.
Michelle and I decided to watch a movie about the guys who did security at Woodstock. The movie was Saint Misbehaving about Wavy Gravy. We had trouble getting the movie to play, until it finally stopped. Michelle wanted me to see it because she wants me to return with Kathleen and go to ...
Catskill Fly Fishing Museum
... closers from Irene. We had to do one major detour that added an hour to our trip and then we had other minor detours on top of that.
It wasn’t just all driving though. We decided to stop at the Catskill Fly Fishing Museum near Roscoe, NY. Roscoe, NY happens to be Trout Town USA. Sharon and I just checked out ...
Live 10 months for 2
... mainly for the campers who's lives are centred around Camp Blue Ridge, and honestly "Live 10 months for 2." Many of the International Staff thought that this was ridiculous when we were first introduced to this saying, but many left camp fully believing this statement. The entire camp gathered around the lake at night, and each bunk said their thanks and lit a candle which then floated off ...