Do you ever feel like if you spend one more minute dodging tourists in front of Bloomingdales and breathing in the fresh scent of hot garbage as you step out of your apartment, you are going to scream? Do you, like me, crave the sounds of a babbling brook and the smell of campfire smoke on a summer night? Well, look no further than a quick train ride north to New York's Catskills region - a green, mountainous, artsy region just begging to rescue you from another Saturday fighting for a table at the Frying Pan. Dylan and I took a trip to the Brooklyn-fluenced town of Phoenicia, NY a few weekends ago, where we undertook a rough-and-tumble river raft adventure, learned that "antiquing" is not the same as "cheap," and made several attempts to find a trailhead with no 4G service or GPS to guide us.
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| Phoenicia, NY || Population: More in the summer |
