I'm the for-sale found-object wind-chimes cobbled together by an 80-year-old Woodstock pothead of indeterminate gender and indescribable body funk.
Let's be the Catskills!
by Anonymous | reply 155 | October 8, 2020 1:06 AM |
I'm the veal.
by Anonymous | reply 1 | August 10, 2020 2:52 PM |
I'm the motel office shaped like a teepee with a non-working unironic neon sign reading KAMP TIPPPI TOES or some such other bullshit.
by Anonymous | reply 2 | August 10, 2020 2:54 PM |
I'm the wood spider the size of your head living under the second pillow in cabin #3 at R3.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | August 10, 2020 2:55 PM |
I'm the Martense Family.
by Anonymous | reply 4 | August 10, 2020 2:55 PM |
I'm the gross tonnage of used condoms, discarded diapers and broken glass left behind at Katterskill Falls by witless tourist trash.
by Anonymous | reply 5 | August 10, 2020 2:56 PM |
I’m the Borscht Belt comedian who apparently never learned Vaudeville is as dead as the Catskills.
by Anonymous | reply 6 | August 10, 2020 2:57 PM |
I'm the "Irish Alps" to families from Brooklyn and Queens in the 1960s/70s.
by Anonymous | reply 7 | August 10, 2020 2:57 PM |
I'm the Zen monastery tucked up at the end of some dirt road, replete with Sung Dynasty architecture.
by Anonymous | reply 8 | August 10, 2020 2:57 PM |
I'm the sudden one-lane covered bridge.
by Anonymous | reply 9 | August 10, 2020 2:59 PM |
I'm the ghost of Patrick Swayze.
by Anonymous | reply 10 | August 10, 2020 3:00 PM |
I'm the Phonecia Diner. Here is your delicious buttermilk biscuit.
by Anonymous | reply 11 | August 10, 2020 3:01 PM |
I'm the trip from Manhattan by car, and I'm fuckin' endless.
by Anonymous | reply 12 | August 10, 2020 3:01 PM |
I’m the abandoned resorts that could double for Pripyat.
by Anonymous | reply 13 | August 10, 2020 3:04 PM |
I'm the brooding rotting stone castle that was never finished or lived in or loved. I am scrawled all over inside and out with bogus Satanic graffiti. Fuck with me and I'll drop a gargoyle on your head.
by Anonymous | reply 14 | August 10, 2020 3:05 PM |
I'm shitty antiques sold out of a garage technically condemned 20 years ago.
by Anonymous | reply 15 | August 10, 2020 3:09 PM |
I'm the spoilage of the swimming holes by Instagram hordes.
by Anonymous | reply 16 | August 10, 2020 3:10 PM |
I'm yet another roadside stand of sweet corn and clover honey.
by Anonymous | reply 17 | August 10, 2020 3:11 PM |
I'm the trout fly-fishing club from the 1790s. Although I look like a collapsing woodshed, my membership requirements are more challenging than those for the gentlemen's clubs of St. James.
by Anonymous | reply 18 | August 10, 2020 3:12 PM |
I am the mighty Ashokan, greatest of all reservoirs. They drowned eight village to build me.
Laugh? I literally wet myself.
by Anonymous | reply 19 | August 10, 2020 3:14 PM |
I am the black bear peeking into your tent to see if you still have any bacon.
I already ate all the stuff in your car.
by Anonymous | reply 20 | August 10, 2020 3:15 PM |
We're Brooklyn hipsters, and we just discovered this incredible region of natural beauty. No one has ever been here before us, not ever.
by Anonymous | reply 21 | August 10, 2020 3:15 PM |
I am the ironic Airtream trailer camp run by the retired wingnut member of an 80s pop-rockabilly band.
by Anonymous | reply 22 | August 10, 2020 3:16 PM |
I'm the time of my life.
I've just been had.
by Anonymous | reply 23 | August 10, 2020 6:59 PM |
The Catskills you are all talking about is disappearing. Plenty of New Yorkers moving there to escape Corona/NYC real estate prices.
by Anonymous | reply 24 | August 10, 2020 7:03 PM |
I live in the dump.
It ain't going' nowhere, R24.
by Anonymous | reply 25 | August 10, 2020 7:05 PM |
I'm the steady march of artisinal cheese and goat soap.
by Anonymous | reply 26 | August 10, 2020 7:06 PM |
I'm a dish of charcoal ice cream at the Deer Mountain Inn.
by Anonymous | reply 27 | August 10, 2020 7:06 PM |
I am "Shrieking, slithering, torrential shadows of red viscous madness chasing one another through endless, ensanguined corridors of purple fulgurous sky . . . formless phantasms and kaleidoscopic mutations of a ghoulish, remembered scene; forests of monstrous overnourished oaks with serpent roots twisting and sucking unnamable juices from an earth verminous with millions of cannibal devils; mound-like tentacles groping from underground nuclei of polypous perversion . . . insane lightning over malignant ivied walls and daemon arcades choked with fungous vegetation..."
Otherwise known as "Platte Cove Road in July".
by Anonymous | reply 28 | August 10, 2020 7:12 PM |
I am the local community theater. I look forward to an amateur production of Lysistrata. Again.
by Anonymous | reply 29 | August 10, 2020 7:14 PM |
DL fave Susan Dey has lived in the area for over a decade now.
by Anonymous | reply 30 | August 10, 2020 7:15 PM |
I am the Manhattanite seething that I had to buy in the Catskills because I couldn't afford the Hamptons.
by Anonymous | reply 31 | August 10, 2020 7:16 PM |
I am someone with the word "Van" as part of their surname. Either I have 26 toes on each foot or more money than God. Either way I am about as pleasant to encounter as a hornet's nest made of shit.
by Anonymous | reply 32 | August 10, 2020 7:18 PM |
[quote]I'm the Phonecia Diner. Here is your delicious buttermilk biscuit. —$49.99, please
Ha, ha, ha! It's so true!!
I remember when the Phoencia Diner first opened. It was a typical diner. Now, it's so overpriced (ie, not for the natives).
by Anonymous | reply 33 | August 10, 2020 10:34 PM |
I'm OP's grandmother at Woodstock.
Tripping on acid, spread-eagle, sundress pushed up over my head, taking on all cummers.
by Anonymous | reply 34 | August 10, 2020 10:36 PM |
AcI'm fat, racist, 55-years-old-and-older white guys with red faces and smoker's coughs who make up American motorcycle culture today. Watch us drive our tattoo-bedecked humpback-whale girlfriends back and forth in packs of 20 bikes on narrow, otherwise peaceful roads in order to destroy whatever quiet and charm it was you were hoping to experience when you got here in the first cunting place.
by Anonymous | reply 35 | August 10, 2020 11:07 PM |
I'm the choke-cherry smoked bourbon perfect Manhattan at the Peekamoose Lodge.
by Anonymous | reply 36 | August 10, 2020 11:09 PM |
I'm the cocaine vacuumed out of the carpets at the Bearsville Theater.
by Anonymous | reply 37 | August 10, 2020 11:10 PM |
I'm the t-shirt that says, "CATSKILLS VS. THE HAMPTONS"
by Anonymous | reply 38 | August 10, 2020 11:11 PM |
I'm a Dallas Hot Weiner. I am the best food in the Catskills. And still affordable!
by Anonymous | reply 39 | August 10, 2020 11:11 PM |
I'm the frightening fact that although all of the above is true, the Hamptons are still objectively worse.
by Anonymous | reply 40 | August 10, 2020 11:12 PM |
I’m mourning the death of my beloved husband David Bowie.
by Anonymous | reply 41 | August 10, 2020 11:13 PM |
I'm the scenic pictures that will soon choke this thread I hope
by Anonymous | reply 42 | August 10, 2020 11:21 PM |
We're all too busy choking on something else, R42.
by Anonymous | reply 43 | August 10, 2020 11:29 PM |
I'm Debbie and Eddie's wedding cake at Grossingers.
by Anonymous | reply 44 | August 10, 2020 11:29 PM |
I'm the only non-Jew who stayed in one of the resorts in the decades after the war. The Catskills were one of the few places which allowed Jews to vacation there.
"Restricted" was the word that was used to get the point across.
by Anonymous | reply 45 | August 10, 2020 11:30 PM |
I am the village of Catskill that is not actually in the Catskills.
We just have a swell view of them from the back porch.
by Anonymous | reply 46 | August 10, 2020 11:39 PM |
I'm the adorable little Ukrainian church of traditional architecture topped with a tiny dome and put together with wooden pegs.
Why am I here? And well you might ask!
by Anonymous | reply 47 | August 10, 2020 11:41 PM |
[quote]I am the village of Catskill that is not actually in the Catskills.
We're all the different cat statues that line the main street of Catskill. Somebody made bank on that art project.
by Anonymous | reply 48 | August 10, 2020 11:43 PM |
I'm the brain-dead business council in Catskill that actually approved "Cat'n Around" as the slogan for the monthly gallery crawl.
I personally wouldn't have fucked any one of them with Bojack's dick
by Anonymous | reply 49 | August 10, 2020 11:46 PM |
I am the actual Overlook Hotel, up on Overlook Mountain. I burned down many years ago but my eerie walls and sunken gardens remain. Sometimes, late at night, you can hear the ghostly sound of Shelley Duvall tell Stanley Kubrick to stick his head up his ass.
by Anonymous | reply 50 | August 10, 2020 11:48 PM |
I'm the nest of white supremacists camped out on the old Lundy Estate. Our boy-parts shrivel in racially pure terror at the sight of bird-watchers.
by Anonymous | reply 51 | August 10, 2020 11:51 PM |
I'm the delicious edible mushrooms OOPS I'M NOT
by Anonymous | reply 52 | August 10, 2020 11:54 PM |
I’m an aged Jewish widow, who comes every year because my husband Mort and I always did, and I have nowhere else to go.
by Anonymous | reply 53 | August 10, 2020 11:56 PM |
[quote]I'm the Phonecia Diner.
I had to look up Phonecia Diner. I stopped in there a few times after a day of hiking. It was 6-7 years ago and don't remember what I paid but it felt like a cheap roadside diner.
Keeping to the spirit of the thread I'm the hotel that burned down when the owners realized the insurance money was worth more than the hotel.
by Anonymous | reply 54 | August 10, 2020 11:57 PM |
I'm Mohonk Mountain House. Rich people pay ridiculous amounts of money to stay here.
by Anonymous | reply 55 | August 10, 2020 11:59 PM |
I am a 1965 Cadillac parked in the woods many years ago and left to quietly decay. Maybe I have something unusual in my trunk!
Who knows?
by Anonymous | reply 56 | August 10, 2020 11:59 PM |
[quote]I had to look up Phonecia Diner. I stopped in there a few times after a day of hiking. It was 6-7 years ago and don't remember what I paid but it felt like a cheap roadside diner.
They changed ownership a few years ago. The menu is now targeted to NYC people who are used to paying ridiculous prices.
by Anonymous | reply 57 | August 11, 2020 12:03 AM |
I admit I find the food delicious, but it is expensive if you're expecting a regular upstate diner.
by Anonymous | reply 58 | August 11, 2020 12:04 AM |
I'm the Appalachians. It's cute how you pretend I'm not
by Anonymous | reply 59 | August 11, 2020 12:06 AM |
I am the statue of the Minotaur standing in the center of the Arkville labyrinth. I am also the cliff a trespasser killed himself by falling off while trying to jump over the wall to see the statue.
by Anonymous | reply 60 | August 11, 2020 12:06 AM |
Points to R60 for local knowledge
by Anonymous | reply 61 | August 11, 2020 12:12 AM |
R59, with the exception of the Laurentians, the Adirondacks and a few others, all of the major mountains on the East Coast are the Appalachians. The Catskills are considered a dissected plateau.
by Anonymous | reply 62 | August 11, 2020 12:13 AM |
R62. Precisely. Rather, more precisely, their mountains are an eroded plateau, which makes them one of the oldest geological formations in the world. Note the Gilboa fossil forest, from 380 million years ago.
by Anonymous | reply 63 | August 11, 2020 12:23 AM |
I'm the Hasidic Jewish enclave.
by Anonymous | reply 64 | August 11, 2020 12:30 AM |
I'm the seething hatred with which the other Jewish enclaves in the Catskills regard the Hasidic one.
by Anonymous | reply 65 | August 11, 2020 12:51 AM |
I am the call of herons at dusk as you walk through the deep woods. I sound like a timber wolf being stabbed to death by a vampire.
by Anonymous | reply 66 | August 11, 2020 12:56 AM |
I am the nearly imperceptible shadings that separate "quaint" from "creepy".
Folk art displays, abandoned barns, Victorian mansions, decaying hotels, bird calls, dew-covered spider webs, the rustlings of wild animals - I'm everywhere.
by Anonymous | reply 67 | August 11, 2020 12:58 AM |
I'm a bungalow colony near Monticello that's been taken over by Hasidim.
Sixty years ago I was home to families of secular outer borough Jews, but today I feel more like 19th century Poland.
by Anonymous | reply 68 | August 11, 2020 1:03 AM |
I am Sullivan County: Monticello, South Fallsburg, Loch Sheldrake et al.
I am home to the old school Jewish Catskills and I have mostly been taken over by Hasidim, Russian Jews and Koreans.
I am very different from Orange County and (especially) Ulster County, which is where the hip Catskills are.
by Anonymous | reply 69 | August 11, 2020 1:07 AM |
I'm the Old Profession, available up the street.
by Anonymous | reply 71 | August 11, 2020 1:11 AM |
I'm the fact that the lights are on at the old Slaughterview Hotel! Let's split up and die stupidly!
by Anonymous | reply 72 | August 11, 2020 1:19 AM |
I'm the dining room waiter who says to a group of ladies "Is anything alright." Sydelle tells me "the soup is terrible and such a small portion."
by Anonymous | reply 73 | August 11, 2020 1:24 AM |
I am the Roxbury Motel and I am simply FABULOUS!!!!
by Anonymous | reply 74 | August 11, 2020 1:25 AM |
Hi Folks! I'm R73! I just flew in from Vegas and boy are my arms tired!!
by Anonymous | reply 75 | August 11, 2020 1:26 AM |
I am the ghost of John Burroughs.
by Anonymous | reply 76 | August 11, 2020 1:26 AM |
I am Onteora Park. I was founded in the 1880s as a restful retreat for lady artists. I consist of exquisite landscaped gardens and gigantic Noah's Ark-like Arts & Crafts "cottages". Go away, hipsters. I have zero interest in your facial hair.
by Anonymous | reply 78 | August 11, 2020 1:28 AM |
I'm Baby.
In the corner.
by Anonymous | reply 79 | August 11, 2020 2:09 AM |
I'm the Kingston Stockade, New York's first capital. I was burned by the British.
by Anonymous | reply 80 | August 11, 2020 2:43 AM |
I’m the Jews!
by Anonymous | reply 81 | August 11, 2020 2:54 AM |
I am the deep divide between weekenders & full time residents.
by Anonymous | reply 82 | August 11, 2020 3:10 AM |
I'm the fully-dressed guy who joins a game of Simon Says led by the tummler (recreation director/comedian/mischief maker) of the 1950's era Catskills vacation resort. I'm one of the first to make a mistake, and the tummler tells me to to get into the swimming pool. The others who erred jump in fully clothed, they're all in. I'm prodded by the other players to do it. I don't want to be a spoil sport so I do what I am told.
The socks squish in my shoes for the next few hours.
Look up Allan Tresser and Lou Goldstein. They were the men who were paid to do this.
by Anonymous | reply 83 | August 11, 2020 3:20 AM |
I'm the views.
by Anonymous | reply 84 | August 11, 2020 6:50 PM |
I'm the affordability of home air conditioning and the great White Flight to the suburbs in the 60s and 70s, 2 factors that pretty much destroyed the well-established Catskill resort culture of post-war New York.
Kind of a shame.
by Anonymous | reply 85 | August 11, 2020 7:27 PM |
I'm Jackie Mason, looking for a good place where my ashes can be spread.
by Anonymous | reply 87 | August 11, 2020 7:55 PM |
I'm Frederick Church. I live across the Hudson in a sham Persian palace, but admire my views of the Catskills, which are indeed, sublime.
by Anonymous | reply 88 | September 24, 2020 2:03 AM |
I'm the waves of smug boiling off the green-gold folds of the lovely Schoharie Valley.
by Anonymous | reply 89 | September 24, 2020 2:03 AM |
I'm the name itself, derived from the Dutch Kaaterskill (“Wildcat Creek”).
by Anonymous | reply 90 | September 24, 2020 2:06 AM |
I'm the shitty little cottage my grandmother paid 10k for in 1960 that went for $350k after a kitchen and bathroom rehab.
by Anonymous | reply 91 | September 24, 2020 2:09 AM |
I'm Rena from Zena. Do not enter unless you are aware!
by Anonymous | reply 92 | September 24, 2020 2:09 AM |
I'm towns full of freakish architecture, like a house built entirely of window panes or one shingled with rubber tires.
by Anonymous | reply 93 | September 24, 2020 2:14 AM |
I'm Mohonk Mountain House, miraculously still standing. But are the Gunks really the Catskills? Geologists would say no, I think.
by Anonymous | reply 94 | September 24, 2020 2:14 AM |
I'm that little church in the woods, down the road from the trail up Overlook Mountain behind Woodstock.
by Anonymous | reply 95 | September 24, 2020 2:15 AM |
The Gunks are not the Catskills, although they fade into them around Ellenville. However Mohonk is rightfully famous for its view OF the Catkskills.
by Anonymous | reply 96 | September 24, 2020 2:15 AM |
I'm a tiny waterfall glimpsed from the car during the ride up into the mountains. On the way back to New York I will seem to have vanished.
by Anonymous | reply 97 | September 24, 2020 2:16 AM |
I'm the sudden sensation of being watched.
by Anonymous | reply 98 | September 24, 2020 2:17 AM |
I'm Athens, probably safer than Hudson and you'll pay less for a Greek Revival.
by Anonymous | reply 99 | September 24, 2020 2:18 AM |
I am a faded driveway marked by a pair of grand wrought iron gates.
You might think it would be a good idea to check out where I lead.
You would be wrong.
by Anonymous | reply 100 | September 24, 2020 2:19 AM |
I'm Windham in the 70s when we were deluded it was a little Vail.
by Anonymous | reply 101 | September 24, 2020 2:20 AM |
I am Casa Suzanna, a retreat for drag queens in the 1950s and early 60s. I am tolerated by the locals, although I am thought ridiculous.
by Anonymous | reply 102 | September 24, 2020 2:21 AM |
It was just a little vale.
by Anonymous | reply 103 | September 24, 2020 2:22 AM |
I'm whitewashed rubber tire planters. And these chairs.
by Anonymous | reply 104 | September 24, 2020 2:22 AM |
I am Wyndam today, when I am spelled correctly and doing just fine, thank you so very much.
by Anonymous | reply 105 | September 24, 2020 2:22 AM |
i am the Old Stone Fort in Schoharie. I served as meeting hall, church, fortress and communal living space for settlers circa 1720. I am quite handsome and surrounded by a beautiful cemetery. I am now a museum. I mark the outer edge of the Dutch/German/French Huguenot settlement pattern in New York State. Isolated occurrences still appear farther afield but New York State from here on in was settled mostly by New Englanders.
by Anonymous | reply 106 | September 24, 2020 2:25 AM |
I’m the bullets lodged in the back of your rental car when you decide to use just the very end of someone’s driveway to stop, turn and go the other direction, on a long skinny road.
“It’s been ten miles since I saw anywhere to turn around! The house is so far from the road anyway. What, are they sitting on their porch waiting? Oh my god is that gunfire?!”
by Anonymous | reply 107 | September 24, 2020 2:27 AM |
I'm a zillion abandoned places. For example I'm abandoned Catskill Game Farm
by Anonymous | reply 108 | September 24, 2020 2:31 AM |
I'm a honeybee conservation center.
by Anonymous | reply 109 | September 24, 2020 2:36 AM |
I am ten thousand picturesque places simply perfect for the bride's special day.
by Anonymous | reply 110 | September 24, 2020 2:37 AM |
I am the village of Medusa. I am actually rather quaint, moniker aside. I host a very ambitious Halloween party.
by Anonymous | reply 111 | September 24, 2020 2:39 AM |
I am various cults, religious orders, monasteries, camps and "wellness centers".
I am somehow less unhinged than the locals.
by Anonymous | reply 112 | September 24, 2020 2:42 AM |
Medusa is so obscure or evil that Google street view hasn't photographed it.
by Anonymous | reply 113 | September 24, 2020 2:43 AM |
It's actually quite cute, R113. It used to have a fantastic general store, but they shuttered about five years ago.
by Anonymous | reply 114 | September 24, 2020 2:47 AM |
I'm New York City which decided it would be cheaper the buy the land to prevent development than actually treat the Catskill water. I'm the future domestic terrorist learning "water soluble poisons" who is planning to make them regret that choice.
by Anonymous | reply 115 | September 24, 2020 6:57 AM |
I'm every boomer who was dragged to Monticello, the Concord or Grossinger's as a kid and wanted to dig a hole and bury myself in it.
by Anonymous | reply 116 | September 24, 2020 4:52 PM |
What was so awful about big comfortable resorts in the Catskills with lots of hokey activities for kids?
by Anonymous | reply 117 | September 24, 2020 6:52 PM |
I am the wine from the dozen or so wineries. I am worse than Finger Lakes wine.
by Anonymous | reply 118 | September 24, 2020 7:39 PM |
I'm the Better Days that the whole region has seen.
by Anonymous | reply 119 | September 24, 2020 8:15 PM |
[quote]I'm the name itself, derived from the Dutch Kaaterskill (“Wildcat Creek”).
I'm Shitskill, the name of a daring new Dutch situation comedy.
by Anonymous | reply 120 | September 24, 2020 8:17 PM |
Gorgeous up there. Peaceful.
by Anonymous | reply 121 | September 25, 2020 1:54 AM |
Port Jervis, NY: The southwestern gateway to the Catskills, and the point where The Catskills, The Poconos, and The Kittatinnys come together. Note:: The Catskills in New York State, The Poconos in Pennsylvania, and The Kittatinnys in New Jersey
by Anonymous | reply 122 | September 25, 2020 4:09 AM |
I'm the Poconos, the Catskills' trashy cousin. I am coated in post-war Deplorable no-tell motel goo. No artist colonies or hippie bullshit here, no-siree! 400,000 fireworks stores instead!
by Anonymous | reply 123 | September 25, 2020 4:12 AM |
Port Jervis seems pretty far south of the Catskills proper. A lot of the Borscht Belt seems to have been in the Southern counties and not even in the Catskills at all. Just the hills.
by Anonymous | reply 124 | September 25, 2020 4:16 AM |
I’m the expression of undying friendship cited on every third page of your 5th Grade NYC Public School autograph book
by Anonymous | reply 125 | September 25, 2020 4:30 AM |
I'm the massive swimming pool every Catskills resort had.
by Anonymous | reply 126 | September 25, 2020 4:45 AM |
[quote] "Shrieking, slithering, torrential shadows of red viscous madness chasing one another through endless, ensanguined corridors of purple fulgurous sky . . . formless phantasms and kaleidoscopic mutations of a ghoulish, remembered scene; forests of monstrous overnourished oaks with serpent roots twisting and sucking unnamable juices from an earth verminous with millions of cannibal devils; mound-like tentacles groping from underground nuclei of polypous perversion . . . insane lightning over malignant ivied walls and daemon arcades choked with fungous vegetation..."
I thought that was borscht.
by Anonymous | reply 127 | September 25, 2020 4:57 AM |
I'm the heroin.
by Anonymous | reply 128 | September 25, 2020 4:58 AM |
I am that same Manhattanite smugly enjoying my Catskills chalet while watching news about the Category 5 hurricane that destroys the Hamptons.
by Anonymous | reply 129 | September 25, 2020 5:01 AM |
The Catskills? We wouldn't be caught dead in the Catskills!
by Anonymous | reply 130 | September 25, 2020 8:16 AM |
haha wrong link but OK! I'm sure Blake insists on Nantucket or the Adirondacks
by Anonymous | reply 131 | September 25, 2020 8:17 AM |
We're the phone ringing in the new home of the the former New Yorkers who lived in Manhattan for 16 years and finally moved upstate. Who could be calling? Surprise! It's roughly 600 friends, acquaintances, and people we flat-out don't know from the city practically inviting themselves to "come visit." They can't wait to see us!
by Anonymous | reply 132 | September 25, 2020 11:46 AM |
I am a mouser.
by Anonymous | reply 133 | September 25, 2020 11:53 AM |
I’m Jay Carucci’s Hurley Ridge Market where the proprietor never forgot a name. You’re visiting? That’s okay. You still get a hearty greeting.
by Anonymous | reply 134 | September 25, 2020 1:29 PM |
I’m Meredith. My sugar-free, gluten free pies are worth the trip.
by Anonymous | reply 135 | September 25, 2020 2:58 PM |
I was just there last week--driving through the southern part, then Monticello and Port Jervis. Most of the observations ring true. Lots of poverty and neglected buildings/towns. OTOH, I had the best frozen custard in ages in Monticello.
by Anonymous | reply 136 | September 25, 2020 3:30 PM |
According to the Wikipedia article "Catskills", they end at Port Jervis in the southwest. A map in the article shows The Catskills and The Poconos clearly. The Kittatinnys in New Jersey are not clearly outlined on the map in the above mentioned article, and may be known mostly by people local to the area. The Kittatinnys are actually a high ridge that stretches from Delaware Water Gap to High Point State Park in New Jersey roughly following the east shore of the Delaware River.
by Anonymous | reply 137 | September 25, 2020 3:39 PM |
R136, that is arguably the most depressed part. The towns to the north are much more prosperous and Woodstock is very wealthy.
The Schoharie Valley, at the northwest border of the range, is gorgeous.
by Anonymous | reply 138 | September 25, 2020 4:16 PM |
WHET the Adirondacks? Does anyone still summer there?
by Anonymous | reply 139 | September 25, 2020 4:19 PM |
Only chairs do.
by Anonymous | reply 140 | September 25, 2020 4:49 PM |
I’m affordable jet travel, now Mrs Mandelbaum can go to EUROPE on vacation!
by Anonymous | reply 141 | September 25, 2020 5:10 PM |
I’m Oy vey.
by Anonymous | reply 142 | September 25, 2020 5:16 PM |
I'm "The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel" and its fabulous recreation of the late '50s/early '60s era.
by Anonymous | reply 143 | September 25, 2020 5:40 PM |
I'm the former city friends who call and invite themselves to come visit you at your upstate home to go apple-picking like they saw in The New York Times.
by Anonymous | reply 144 | October 6, 2020 10:54 AM |
I'm the friends visiting from Brookyln who legitimately ask, "Do we need to wear a mask upstate?"
by Anonymous | reply 145 | October 6, 2020 10:58 AM |
Sometimes, Delores, Jewish Lightning can be an unhappy woman's best friend...
by Anonymous | reply 146 | October 6, 2020 11:26 AM |
I’m Marjorie Morgenstern in a midnight canoe with my crypto-Lesbian friend Marsha on our way to SODOM.
by Anonymous | reply 147 | October 6, 2020 11:42 AM |
I'm the film, "A Walk on the Moon", the best and most realistic portrayal of the last gasp of the Catskills summers at those legendary bungalow colonies ever.
by Anonymous | reply 148 | October 6, 2020 12:19 PM |
R139 - The Adirondacks are further away than the Catskills (over 200 miles as opposed to under 100 miles and a better than three-hour drive), and, yes, there are people summering there, but they tend to be very well-heeled types who can afford "rustic" homes around areas like Lake George . . .
It's a protected area, and the lakefront isn't called Million Dollar Beach for nothing.
Georgia O'Keeffe once lived there and despite being best known for her work in the southwest, produced work now known as her Lake George Period.
It's also where the British fort, William Henry, fell to the French and their Mohawk Indian allies during the French and Indian wars - the fleeing British were massacred by the Indians despite the French general giving assurances of their safety as they evacuated the fort (cf. "The Last of the Mohicans", despite it being filmed in North Carolina rather than the actual site in the Adirondacks).
It's also breathtakingly beautiful, cf. an American school of painting called, The Adirondack School.
by Anonymous | reply 149 | October 6, 2020 12:27 PM |
R131 - The Nantucket and Cape Cod areas are one of the loveliest places in America I visited. Unfortunately, the erosion of the shoreline is increasingly visible and the friends I know who had homes there are trying to sell before it gets worse.
by Anonymous | reply 150 | October 6, 2020 12:36 PM |
I am the steadily rising home and land prices starting in Putnam and Sullivan Counties as NYC residents flee COVID infested areas and now doing same in Dutchess County and other points north, where I'm also finding an increasingly large gay community.
by Anonymous | reply 151 | October 6, 2020 12:48 PM |
I’m the person who lived in the city for 5 years coming upstate for the first time and literally having panic attacks from all the quiet.
by Anonymous | reply 152 | October 7, 2020 12:11 PM |
so gorgeous up there, I'd love to live there.
by Anonymous | reply 153 | October 7, 2020 12:17 PM |
Phoenicia is a dump. A couple of queens have gift shops there but it's a shithole
by Anonymous | reply 154 | October 7, 2020 9:11 PM |
It's a bit run-down, but not what I would call a shithole, R154.
Hunter? Now there's a shithole.
by Anonymous | reply 155 | October 8, 2020 1:06 AM |