Desperately in need of a change of scenery we piled into my car and drove into the nebulous region known as upstate NY. We had a vague plan of what we were going to do, but one thing was certain, we had to stop at the Sloatsburg Slutsburg rest station. Delicious kids meals were purchased and after a fair amount of persuasion we got the ultimate, and I mean ULTIMATE prize.
The Cullen Crest ring. No pictures are provided of said rings here because they are holographic and magic and no photo would do them justice so you should just go out right now and get your own. Do not be fooled into getting some lame shit like a “footbag” or the picture banner. You will be disappointed.
After some help from the internet (thanks internet!) we created an actual weekend plan. On saturday we went to Lake Minnewaska for some swimming. The water was nice, but the eye candy was better. There was a serious babe watch in effect. Let’s just leave it at that.
We then drove around to a few different towns and eventually ended up in Woodstock. Danika asked me if after the festival people just stayed and never left. Yeah, more or less. We saw a Willie Nelson doppelgänger! Although on second thought, he was probably the real deal. We did some shopping and looked at some art, mostly tasteful nudes and sculptures.
Give it a spin, Vanna!
On Sunday we decided to find a swimming hole. We chose the closest one because this website looks questionable and we would probably be able to escape in time if we were attacked by mountain men. We packed our things and began our 15 minute long drive to Stony Kill Falls, which sounded promising:
Spectacular, 87 foot high falls – but the swimming hole is ABOVE the falls, not below. Up there is a pool behind a rock dam that is a traditional clothing-optional place.
We reached our destination – or at least as far as our car could go – and began our hike. There was no one around and there wasn’t any kind of trail, per say. Okay, so maybe we started to panic a little bit and think about how easy it would be for us to get kidnapped and put into a human centipede-like situation. It then occurred to us that we had our cellphones and more importantly that we had reception and the internet (thanks again internet!) and everyone knows that nothing bad can happen to you in the woods when you have access to twitter. Danika tried to navigate our way to the waterfall using google maps. She kept pointing at a thickly wooded area and saying “The waterfall is over there, that’s what the map says.” So we went off the gravel path and started bushwhacking through some fields. This went nowhere and we turned back, ready to accept defeat. Then a car pulled up next to ours and a bunch of kids piled out. We ended up following them to the swimming hole, but still managed to get lost on the way up.
All of the following photos were taken atop an 87 foot high waterfall. We had to climb up to the top of the waterfall… in flip-flops. This is definitely one of the few times when I would recommend “sensible shoes”.
Swimming hole!
Waterfall rides.
Location scouting. What is the likelihood of having a photographer, models, and a stylist trek up here to shoot a look book?
Carefully making my way down the slippery rocks.
Top of the waterfall.
Waterfall!
At some point the kids left and this place became “clothing optional”. Pretty sure most of the people who came here just wanted to bone in the woods. Good for them, good for you. Bring protection and some sensible shoes and you too can have an upstate adventure.
On the way back we hit traffic and spent about an hour playing truth or dare, which turned into truth or truth, which eventually turned into would you rather become a human centipede or _______. Believe it or not, there are worse things. I think we learned a lot about each other, mostly that we are both total perverts.
