Without our electronic planning resources (or even a serviceable State Map), we left Beaverkill is a state of navigational confusion. No Matter. We rode the extension of Berry Brook road at 30 MPH and saw only one car and lots of beautiful little homes. Along the Pepacton Reservoir (route 30), we sped up a little and cleared our minds of “Quirkiness” . At a Rest area near Walton we thumbed New York’s self serving State Park descriptions and chose a destination. Near Delphi, Patty scanned the on-line reviews and said “No Way” to that place. We reversed field and got another look at the beautiful farms in the valley.
The reception at Oquaga Creek was friendly and professional; we found that that was true in all aspects.
The park was born in 1979 clearly from abandoned farm land. The entire campground is neatly mowed grass with many of the natural contours left. The sites are large and each a little different. No gravel pads or barriers here; just figure out a level spot for trailer or tent and create your own little paradise.
Behind us, a barely traveled path in the fringe leads into the woods and along a stone boundary of an old field. Elsewhere, someone who knows this ground (and loves it) has mowed paths along stone fences and through the overgrown apple orchards down to the lake’s edge.
OK, we were a little apprehensive when the NY State Park brochure told us that the lake was a magnet for NYC escapees. We found the number of children clearly enjoying the swimming area hardly outnumbered the Herons and Kingfishers.
“That only happens on the National holidays”, we were told.
We have loved our days here. Showers have come and gone. We read, relaxed and wrote a little. Walks are nice as you will see.
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