Monthly Archives: October 2012

DAY 47 – 10/31/2012 Oh, Dear! Still in Rosendale!

HAPPHALLOWEEN !!

Love the ghoul/vampire hanging from a Main Street porch!

Love the ghoul/vampire hanging from a Main Street porch!

This week, Rosendale is dark, dank, dreary, dismal and downright depressing! Nine days ( 9 days!) of clouds and raw, damp air. Please comment if you happen to think of any other “D” words that might describe the atmosphere of a chronically overcast place, like Rosendale is right now.

“But, Jane” says David, “it’s a 700-mile-wide storm system. Of course it’s cloudy.”

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Ever the realist, David is absolutely right! Doesn’t mean I have to like it.

Don’t misunderstand – we have found nothing but warmth, kindness and sunny smiles from the people of Rosendale. It’s just the darn weather that’s bumming me out. Also, I feel that poor Rosendale is being misrepresented by mother nature right now. Frankenstorm Sandy has made a probably otherwise sunny place into a torment for any sunshine-loving person.

Maybe it would be different if we weren’t waiting for our truck to be fixed. Or living in a house instead of in a trailer.

Sounds like I’m complaining. But, I can’t complain! I’m not working or commuting in traffic. I’m on the Tramper Voyage! With my wonderful David! So, really, it’s all good. I guess I just needed to vent, thank you very much.

Besides, I just discovered  that the Patricia Cornwell book I bought (used, so it was cheap) is Large Type. Which would be great, if I had low vision. But it’s irritating to read. Very few words per line. My eyeballs have to rocket back and forth across the page. Enough to give me a headache!

But enough griping about random stuff. We took a walk in town today and checked out the library and the press. Sorry, my letterpress friends, the Canal Press is offset printing.

I went inside and visited with the owner/operator. We started talking and it came out that he, too, went on an adventure when he was just about my age. He shut down the presses and took off for some months; only, he travelled all around the world, not just the U.S, staying in hostels and backpacking.

One of his best memories? Climbing up a glacier-clad volcano in Chile then looking down inside the giant crater through sulfurous  fumes at the bubbling lava. Wow! That would definitely be one of the highlights for me, too! It’s amazing what you can hear when you have the time to stop and talk to folks.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAIn the shop today, Canal Press looked to have perhaps three large presses. Nothing modern. Just really nice old-school machines, maybe 50-60 years old.

The owner showed me some of his work; I picked up a cool map of area hikes and activities that he had printed for a local client.

Another stop in town today was the library. I really love libraries and the way they encourage me to stop and stay and read. It was a perfect day for a library. All damp and dreary outside. No better place to be than a nice, warm library!

The Rosendale library used to be a church. An Episcopal church to be exact.

Rosendale Library

Rosendale Library

Built in 1876 of cement manufactured right here in Rosendale and stone cut from the rocky cliffs nearby. Interesting factoid: at one time, 50% of U.S. cement output came from Rosendale. See the post  http://wp.me/p2HFBQ-ai “The Kindness of Strangers” for some pics of an old cement plant here.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe church was flooded twice, the last time in 1955. The Episcopalians abandoned it and the wreaking ball was all set to come knock it down when a native son, Andrew Snyder, a cement magnate, bought it and turned it over to the newly formed Rosendale Library Association in 1957.

We met one of the librarians, who was happy to tell us the history. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAIt was a busy little library, so we left her with her patrons and their books, to return again to the Tramper.

We await the completion of the 4Runner repair and plot our course for the next chapter of the Voyage.

– Jane

It really has rained very little here this week.  Grey and grey-er.  Spits a little, then an arm of blue ski teases and spirals by.  We have found a few things to do, but clearly not very captivating based on the number of comments and hits.   Don’t worry, we’ll be shiny again soon.

I feel lost without activity.  So far, we’ve found the bike ride to Mohonk and an early morning bike blast, ahead of the storm 4 miles uphill to peer into my Toyota motor.  I need exercise regularly, the halls of Sinai often supply sufficient walks, but now, alas.  The Tramper has little room for any workout, we walk to town for the laundromat.  Before long we will celebrate the spending of money.  The truck will run and we will do a day trip within reach of the shop’s warranty.  I just want to witness two or three warmup and cool off cycles before hitchin’ up and heading South.

The Delaware Water Gap is a likely stop.  Maybe Carbon County.  We will surely stop at home to treasure the family and friends so often taken for granted in normal working life.  We miss you all.  Of course I am also planning the Ski Season, just around the corner!

But, we’ll really enjoy the warm & sunny weather of Florida and Texas before we ski!

-David

Autumn in New York

Millie & Les - my parents

Millie & Les – my parents

My parents had close friends who moved to New York.  Many an Autumn, they would take us kids to visit and enjoy the fall beauty.

It just so happens that David & I are now stuck in New York a little longer than we thought. The town of Rosendale couldn’t be more supportive and helpful during Sandy, the big storm bearing down on us as I write.

Also, my mom and dad loved Frank Sinatra. So, with time on my hands, I made this little tribute slideshow.

– Jane

DAY 45, 10/29/2012 Moved out of Camp…

We had a quiet night despite building winds and storm anxiety.  I always try to block and limit the hysteria generated by the media.  I know my risks, make my choices and get to live with them.  We have had 4 DAYS of building concern and hype.  This has allowed time our forefathers wouldn’t have had to actually prepare our properties or to worry ourselves sick.  We have confab-ed with Olivia, talked about cat boxes on basement landings, sump pump contingencies and our own decision tree (no pun intended).

By noon today, it still hasn’t rained here yet.   Sorry Baltimore, I know you are getting it now.  But I have chosen a house made of Aluminum and the big bad wolf has not yet arrived here.  We had time to have a relaxed outdoor cookout of fork-held hot dogs with our camper-neighbor friend.  New York City is shut down like much of the Mid-Atlantic.  As we cooked and ate prior to the impending days Jane and I will spend out of the rain in our little box, we heard three different trees break.  One far into the woods, eight inches in diameter.  Another just at the campground driveway 200 yards away snipped the power lines right off the telephone pole.  J and I went down, confirmed that no wires were hot (they were sheared clear off the pole), and cleared the driveway.

Casual lunch as Sandy slams the South

Casual lunch as Sandy slams the South

I made the difficult decision to impose upon our friend to take us out of camp.  This journey is temporarily inconvenienced by the absence of the truck. But I must place safety concern for Jane and I above the conveniences of camp here.  I also consider the Tramper to be irreplaceable at this time.

Just a few branches to clear our egress "just in case"

Just a few branches to clear our egress “just in case”

We now sit in town, in the middle of the Recreation Center parking lot several hundred yards from the nearest tree.  The storm is still impending, but here they expect ~2 inches of rain and 30-40 mph gusts.  We are safer.  the truck has been disassembled at Chilcott’s (they wouldn’t let me help).  And I was right, the head gasket is blown, only one cylinder had leaked, there appears barely any rung-groove, denoting little wear on the remainder of the motor.  The heads are at the machine shop with “if it aint broke, don’t fix it” instructions.  In a few days we may resume.  I may drive two or three small journeys nearby while under warranty to explore the repair before hitching up and leaving town.

The lonely little Tramper, far from any trees or limbs that could fall, ending the Voyage

The lonely little Tramper, far from any trees or limbs that could fall, ending the Voyage

Meanwhile we wait, read, and play a few games.  “Good thing Jane and I like each other.”

Wow…As I finished writing, Ken and Karl the Highway Supervisor informed us that the Rec Center has hot coffee and bathrooms available for us.  They deemed us Parking Lot Security, laughed and welcomed us heartily!

PEOPLE ARE GREAT!

– David

Found: Funky Asian Store in Massachusetts!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAIsn’t she beautiful? She lives in Great Barrington, Massachusetts. In the Berkshires. Her name is Kwan Yin. She’s the Buddhist goddess of compassion. Some representations of this goddess show her with a thousand arms and a thousand heads – the better to provide mercy and protection to all people.

So, the many branches from her head is an apt way to portray her. And, she makes a way-cool garden sculpture! She would look so beautiful in my garden back home. One can never have too much compassion and mercy in their lives, eh?! But, that good karma doesn’t come cheap. She’s $2,300.00 worth of mercy. So, unless we win the lottery, she won’t be gracing my garden. The cost and the chains attaching her to the fence are the only things preventing her from being strapped onto the back of the Tramper right now!

But, she was fun to see. The store where she lives was closed the day we saw it last week. However, it looked like a good bit of the inventory was outside on display. The store’s called Asia Barong and they have a dragon! OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThey also have a website and Facebook page, should you have an interest.

We are still in the Creekside Campground in Rosendale, NY, waiting for Frankenstorm Sandy to blow through. Not to mention that our 4Runner is still in the shop. So, I started looking through the bazillion photos we’ve been taking and found these shots of the lovely Kwan Yin.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAIt was the 18 foot dragon that caught our eye, but there was so much other cool stuff:

– Jane

Didin't catch this guys name. He was too busy with all those kids!

Didin’t catch this guys name. He was too busy with all those kids!

Another Kwan Yin

Another Kwan Yin

Hmm, nice lion. And, he's on sale!

Hmm, nice lion. And, he’s on sale!

Your choice of giant Buddha head, handmade wooden tea house or custom-forged gates and fences

Your choice of giant Buddha head, handmade wooden tea house or custom-forged gates and fences

–  Jane

DAY 43: 10/27/2012 The Calm Before

a still night after a long ride

a still night after a long ride

After our ride Saturday, we enjoyed sweet calm and a near-full moon over the campsite.  A beautiful sunrise snuck gleaming under the cloudline.  Here we are in Rosendale “awaiting the storm”.  Various caring family and friends worry that we should rent a car and come home (or some variant).

We’ve decided to stay our course here in NY.  Rushing South will not guarantee that we don’t wind ourselves right into the worst part of the storm or a frenzied car accident.  We are on high ground, over 100′ above the river, have inspected for dead trees and branches, and bolted down the solar panel.  I’ve found a piece of plywood to cover it with and we are willing to run or drive for better shelter as necessary.  We have a good new friend in Jason with us here, who, unlike us has a vehicle in case we should need to evacuate.

With that in mind, today was partially a cleanup/batten-down preparation day.  However, in spite of the eternal grey skies, we fully charged our solar batteries, have a full tank of propane, and have stored 5-7 days worth of water.  We will be better off than some even if power is out.  I saved the food from our freezer in Baltimore last Summer during the derecho using this camper’s propane refrigerator.  “We’re good”.

On to the day post, Jane and I did a killer bike ride Saturday.  ‘Manah-manah’ part two.  Actually the park we biked to (no car, remember) is called Mohonk Preserve.  The showcase of which is Mohonk Mountain House on the top of a mountain.  I think the showcase is the Mountain and Preserve.

The Mohonk Mountain House (perhaps the back view)

The Mohonk Mountain House (perhaps the back view)

The Mountain House looks like a 10 story compromise between decades of differing opinions.  There is a turret, a peaked roof, German timber/stucco style and innumerable other features.

Surely rife with luxury.   If the tennis court and golf course didn’t belie the depth of indulgence

A little trick for when you don't have a map: take a photo and you can scroll around it on your camera for details

A little trick for when you don’t have a map: take a photo and you can scroll around it on your camera for details

available, then the massage therapist who gave us directions or the Wheelhouse with its fleet of new Specialized Rockhopper bikes for rent lent a clue.

Our ride carried us just beyond that distant 'squared' notch near the Trapps access area.

Our ride carried us just beyond that distant ‘squared’ notch near the Trapps access area.

Funny story about the phrase; “on top of a mountain”.  Some years ago, Jane was riding with me in Susquehanna State Park.

Jane rolls the carriage trails at Mohonk

Jane rolls the carriage trails at Mohonk

We were weaving our mountain bikes up and down on the ridge along the river when fatigue overwhelmed her.  We had climbed and clawed our way up and down the 2-300 ft. elevation single track trail more than a dozen times headed back to the car.  Then, while climbing yet again, my exhausted Jane cried:  “WHERE is the parking lot? on the top of a F-ing MOUNTAIN?”  Today, once again our goal was on the top of a mountain.  You really need to hike or ride from a valley to a mountaintop sometime to understand.

The Shawangunks are an eastern climbong mecca, seen as we biked back on the Under Cliff Trail

The Shawangunks are an eastern climbong mecca, seen as we biked back on the Under Cliff Trail

This is likely a frequent view Jane is stuck with

This is likely a frequent view Jane is stuck with

I always think of Ski Roundtop or Ski Liberty in Pennsylvania as small mountains with about 600′ elevation change.  The lifts make it seem so short, I ski down in 1 and  ½ minutes (and thats not racing).  Well, hike up or bike up a 600′ elevation gain and you know its a nice long way.  The summit at Mohonk Mt. is ~1275′, several of the dips we went down into were 600′, and our little town of Rosendale sits at about 200′ above sea level.

We biked up that road down there by the barn to get this view from the top

We biked up that road down there by the barn to get this view from the top

We peddled up over a thousand feet to get up there.  The views and carriage roads made it worth it.  Then the sweep back downhill to town also repaid us in swift glee.

A downhill smile, after hours of climbing!

A downhill smile, after hours of climbing!

Ah Rosendale.  I don’t think I’ve given Rosendale the delightful credit it deserves.  We went to the Rosendale Theater Friday to see an enthusiastic, interactive Rocky Horror Picture Show.  Funny that thing won’t die.  Proving a good diversion and exposing a vibrant true community theater.  Rosendale bought the place and keeps it going with other more mainstream productions including dance, opera and plays at the edge of the Big Apple.

The town has a main street, great bike shop, barber shop, guitar shop, antique store, three convenience stores, two gas stations, a laundromat, several bars, an organic grocer and an earthy feel under the Northeast cautious attitude (also known as chill).

Main Street, Rosendale, NY

Main Street, Rosendale, NY

It has a groove, I think I could live in a place this size.

– David