Buried treasure/hidden gems
April 23, 2014 —
OK, I’m just gonna ‘fess up right off the bat. With Passover in full swing and Easter springing up everywhere I looked, I wasn’t really in the mood to do much last weekend, other than play hooky, soak up some much needed rays and kick back. It seemed like the perfect time to rest up and conserve energy for the good times are about to seriously roll through come “high season” in the Upper Delaware River Valley, so I called the office claiming to be “sick” and begged off making an appearance. Oh, I was “sick” all right—sick of working, sick of driving, sick of typing… even (believe it or not) sick of talking.
“You can run, but you can’t hide” I muttered to the dog. Now, normally I’d try to get to the bottom of a phrase like that—who coined it or where it originated, etc., but (being sick of looking things up) I shrugged the impulse off and went for a walk.
Only a week or two ago, clear passage to my beloved Crystal Lake was impossible, what with leftover snow, icy patches and potholes the size of my truck that kept all but the diehards at bay, either coercing them to park off-road and hike their way in, or giving them no choice but to be patient (which as some of you may know, is not my strong suit.) But undeterred, I decided to drive on in, the perfect illustration of “You can’t fix stupid.” I plowed through the brambles and ravines, understanding that once committed, I had to see it through. And when I did make it down to the lake, I found it still almost frozen over and the beavers busily damming up what little running water there was.
With 10 days of warmer temps behind us, I headed out once again prepared for the worst, hoping for the best. Glorious doesn’t even begin to describe this hidden gem, a 28 acre preserve tucked away in the mountains overlooking Roscoe, NY, and truth be told, I’m not all that anxious to give away much more than that. If folks want to find this gorgeous lake badly enough, they can do some research on their own. As for the locals, we know where it is—when berry season peaks and what days are best to camp out, if you want the place to yourself. Is there buried treasure at the lake? I did find ramps springing up out of the earth and understand that these leek-like greens are considered a treasure by foodies in these parts. They’re often hard to find and from what I’ve learned, have a brief window of harvest opportunity. Want in on the secret cache? Give me a call.