When you are in the vacation area we are in, little towns and I do mean little, just follow each other up and down the highways; motels and campgrounds, fruit stands and restaurants; homes and businesses just sort of scatter along the way. While we have found the town of Glenn Falls, 20 minutes away, and Saratoga Springs about an hour south, we are sort of isolated in the forests.
The campground have a couple in their 80’s running it and living here year around. They have owned it for 36 years. She never wanted to sell her beautiful home in New Jersey, but a few years back she did finally. Guests here park and some stay on their sites for the summer and today I met one of the families that are into their 3rd generation of family members coming up on the weekends. They said they cover up the trailer for the winter and come back in summer. (Some of the trailers look like they have been here forever and a day.)
The pool is great and this weekend there will be music in the pavilion. Acorns drop on the roof throughout the day and nite. Last night Shadow, the scardy cat-dog-had to climb into bed and I slept for two hours with her wrapped in my arms-she shakes and shivers and pants. I don’t know, but I guess the sound of the acorns is too much like the thunder storms that terrorize her.