Dreaming of New York, New York

A four day get-away to New York with my husband was one of the three short vacations our summer had to offer this year. After a long trip to Ireland without him, it was good to do this short trip together and to do something he really was looking forward to.  Our New York trip did not include the city of New York, we were headed to the salmon fishing capital of the east, Pulaski, New York.  From our home in Pennsylvania it is listed as a 5 hour drive.  We made it happen in 8, driving leisurely with a couple of food and rest stops. My husband and son are planning a fishing trip here in September, but in July we were just enjoying the beauty and checking out the places he remembered when he fished year about 5 years ago.  Pulaski has a couple of fish and tackle shops, but Fat Nancy’s has the best location as it is right off the highway as you come into the town. Dick was anxious to introduce me the shops name sake, a fish called, not Wanda but ——- Fat Nancy.   And there she is in all her glory.

That evening we stayed close to town and walked around some of the local fishing spots, had dinner at a near by restaurant and found a place to relax.

The next day we made a wide circle and stopped at numerous places he remembered.  One where he had his first bite and another where he caught his first salmon. In July the water is high, the sun is out and the scenery is lush and green.

We walked along paths beside rivers and he showed me where 5 years ago a parking lot was flooded during the fishing season and they were actually catching salmon in the lot.

We cut through a path in the woods to get to the river.

Erosion taking its toll, so visible I walked past some of the trees a little faster than usual.

I do not think that this tree is going to last another five years.

Later we walked to a water fall and enjoyed the beauty there.

There were steps involved in this walk.

This is my kind of hiking, a nice flat path with shady spots along the way, so appreciated on a warm summer day.


The beauty seemed to never end.

By the end of that couple of days, he was dreaming of September with a fishing rod in his hand.

Come September, he will be ready to show his son all the good spots. I even got excited for them. Here’s wishing them  a  successful fishing trip when the salmon are running.



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