Winnepesaukee road trip
Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2001 1:52 am
Monday July 2nd; with my brother Andy Harris and his family in from Chicago for a weeks vacation we felt compelled to load up a couple of cars and head to the hallowed grounds to see what was left, and pay homage to the grounds that we can not forget.
The beauty of this property was never so grand, as we negotiated Roberts Cove Rd. with a natural innate compass as though we were piloting the old "Woody's" we remember from 30 years ago.
Found the camp road. Looked very much the same, Aiken sign intact. The adrenaline was flowing full steam as we came up around the upper tennis courts (still there), coral to the left (long gone) a pile of rubble lay where kick ball, egg foo young ball, nature hut, circass, and a cut through to the campfire site were all that mattered.
So we parked our vehicles some where around the middle of the old A-field, and embarked upon a 3 hour tour that I only wish caused us to castaway forever.
We took a few digital pictures which I look forward to sending to Gary for possible posting.
To save you all from a message which none of us have the time to read, and I don't really have the time to write, I will follow up, if the masses want, to bring you some more pertinent, provocative, and awe inspiring tales from our wonderful day visiting the now ancient burial grounds of our beloved Camp Alton.
Of course we ended by sitting shiver with an emotional lunch at Bailey's after the hike throughout Camp.
Not much left there, but enough to make our day one of the most memorable I will have for many years.
harrismarc@msn.com
The beauty of this property was never so grand, as we negotiated Roberts Cove Rd. with a natural innate compass as though we were piloting the old "Woody's" we remember from 30 years ago.
Found the camp road. Looked very much the same, Aiken sign intact. The adrenaline was flowing full steam as we came up around the upper tennis courts (still there), coral to the left (long gone) a pile of rubble lay where kick ball, egg foo young ball, nature hut, circass, and a cut through to the campfire site were all that mattered.
So we parked our vehicles some where around the middle of the old A-field, and embarked upon a 3 hour tour that I only wish caused us to castaway forever.
We took a few digital pictures which I look forward to sending to Gary for possible posting.
To save you all from a message which none of us have the time to read, and I don't really have the time to write, I will follow up, if the masses want, to bring you some more pertinent, provocative, and awe inspiring tales from our wonderful day visiting the now ancient burial grounds of our beloved Camp Alton.
Of course we ended by sitting shiver with an emotional lunch at Bailey's after the hike throughout Camp.
Not much left there, but enough to make our day one of the most memorable I will have for many years.
harrismarc@msn.com