Bushkill Falls… The autumn return.

DSC01032A bit past the beautiful colors, the trees are mostly bare and yet still pretty breathtaking.  A walk across the grounds of the hotel to the sound of crushing leaves on a magnificent, sunshine filled, unusually warm November day is calming and rejuvenating.   The crisp air is a stark contrast to the heat and humidity of this past summer.  There is a buck in the woods just staring in my direction… staring… not sure why, but he seems pretty confident I am of no threat.  And I try to assure him that I am most certainly not. My purpose is to re-create the Zen-like bliss I had in July.  This magnificent buck has set the ball in motion.

Sometimes I am reminded how lucky I really am.  The Bushkill Inn and its surrounding area has made an impression on me.  And for whatever reason, I seem to have made an impression on the people here.  How absolutely blessed am I to go back to this WONDERFUL resort and have people REMEMBER me!?  Picked up like it was 4 months ago.  Jen, the most amazing bartender in ALL of Pennsylvania, recognized me immediately… How great is that?  The people of The Bushkill Inn are really lucky to have such a genuinely great girl at the bar! I know I have said this before, but I will say it again.  I absolutely LOVE this place.  The people, everywhere I go are friendly, and kind and well… REMEMBERED me.  A stop for lunch at Petrizzo’s and—Shelly remembered me from my last visit back in July.  And a patron, Sue, remembered I have a—let’s just call it—healthy appetite. Both couldn’t have been nicer, and the food and service, as usual, fantastic. My lunch was not only great, but I was surrounded with friendly and fun people.  Total SCORE!

An unusually warm 60 degree day in Mid-November and I took a chance.  It could have been a bust with freezing temperatures or snow, but I really LUCKED out.  Was able to hike the Falls again.  I never get tired of that scenery.  It is awe inspiring, relaxing, and exhilarating all at once.  When you pass a couple or family or people with their dogs, everyone smiles and says hello.  A small, seemingly innocuous thing—unless you are a New Yorker…. THEN–I have to say–it is not just a little startling, but astonishing and wonderful.  I believe that kindness is contagious.  I come here to get infected.  😉

Back at the hotel, I made some new friends…. I wish I could name everyone… in fact I wish I remembered everyone’s names, but when the ENTIRE staff is amazing, it gets hard.  Next time I will take notes.   🙂 Again, the food at the hotel is wonderful, and I got to meet the chef, Marcos…. And what a great vision he has for food at Bushkill Inn and to expand the horizons of people who haven’t yet realized the JOY of being a “foodie”.  And Angie… Infectious and genuine laugh… If you are lucky enough to have her at your table… then you are LUCKY.  I wandered into the bar when the entertainment, Jimmy Brown was playing a really fun collection of tunes.  Exorcising the New Yorker out of me is a difficult task, but I was beginning to feel my blood pressure lower.   I had a little time to sit with my laptop and put words on a page–there is inspiration in this fresh air and motivation from all I come in contact with.

There is something about coming to The Bushkill Inn that just makes me happy. And it’s not just the S’mores at the fire pit… though that really DID help… And someone has to tell me the name of the young man who meticulously kept that fire burning with such precision because he was GREAT.  Like I said, I wish I could remember all the names, but they elude me right now… I remember Logan and Joe… I will just call them Dish Cleanliness Inspectors.  Good guys…  (And guys, listen to Marcos, he knows best.)

I am just prattling on about how great everyone is… and how wonderful my stay was—again—but I mean it.  Between the amazing staff, and wonderful amenities, and its proximity to Bushkill Falls, I just don’t know how you get better than this when you just need to DE-COMPRESS.  This IS the place to go… For me, I am just going to call it my second home.

See you all in the spring!

Xoxo DDJ

A suburban New York girls guide to nature and the great outdoors

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I love the outdoors, in that I love fresh air.  I love the indoors in that I love indoor plumbing and a big comfy bed.  So it might not come as a huge surprise that my idea of “camping” involves both of the aforementioned. Planning is paramount if you’re a suburban girl like me who has that twinge of wanting to experience nature first hand, and it NOT being at the Bronx Zoo.  First, and possibly foremost, when choosing your locale, you will want to be acutely aware of the proximity of said nature to a fine resort, preferably—no definitely—with a spa and a pool—maybe even a gym if you are one of THOSE people.


Research will involve making sure that your nature excursion isn’t so far from your fabulously fluffy bed, duly appointed robe and slippers, along with a fine dining restaurant for the end of your exhausting oneness with nature.  My choice required the following criteria: distance from home, spa amenities, restaurant menus and… of course, proximity to the nature I have been craving. A mere 2 ½ hours from my personal insanity is Bushkill Falls in Pennsylvania. This first decision had me on my way to a brave new world.  This suburban chick was going out to find NATURE!

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Nature and resort being established there is more planning to be had, at least for me there was. I needed to move on to attire.  Don’t laugh, this is important stuff! Be sure to bring the appropriate clothing for your hikes and nature jaunts.  (I had to laugh when I saw people trying to navigate the rocky, wooded trails along streams and waterfalls in FLIP FLOP’s). So, being as how this typical New York suburban girl doesn’t have these items, a little shopping was necessary.  By the way a great trick when you purchase your awesome new designer hiking shoes is to scuff the bottoms for that OH SO AUTHENTIC LOOK.   Make sure you bring a bathing suit, as your fabulous resort has a pool or 2.  As I was in Pennsylvania, dressing up was not necessary.  In fact, you would look pretty silly.  I still managed to rock some kick ass casual.

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You are almost ready to step outside the confines of your amazing resort. It sounds silly even now as I write this… Why ON EARTH would I leave these fabulous amenities?  BECAUSE, dammit… you came to see nature…. And you darned well are going to–Just as soon as you douse yourself in whatever carcinogen swears to ward off mosquitos, ticks, creepy crawly things, flying God knows what AND bears.  Ok… Turns out OFF doesn’t ward off bears.  However, I have on relatively good authority… ok some guy in a bar at the resort, but still… put your arms out straight to your sides, and somehow, without really moving, make sure mama bears babies are not behind you.  If they are, and Mama bear can not see her cubs, you are screwed and I hope you have a will.  I, being a seasoned NYer, travel with pepper spray, enough snacks to keep a family of bears busy and the ability to talk to the animals. Or, so it would seem, as they don’t seem to run away as quickly when I start talking as most people do.  In any case, my last resort would be the bad attitude I was born and raised with as a lifelong New Yorker.  Surely that has to work for something with the bears.   OK, Bears check.  Now, there are well… People.  I am not nearly as confident in dealing with them.  I’d go back to the pepper spray if need be.

I was ready to go.  Backpack filled with the appropriate bug repellent, water, Band-Aids—ya never know—and trail mix, since I never used TRAIL MIX  for its appropriate use before.  It all seemed to be going swimmingly until I made the mistake of hiking mid-day on my first foray into the “woods”.  I would have preferred bears.  People are not my cup of tea.  The signs are quite explicit.  “Hikers only”, “very long walk, rocky terrain”, “I’d turn back if I were you.”   I mean really!  The weather was 90 degrees, there are people dressed in jeans, flip flops, some people from India I am guessing, by their Saris that dragged on the ground behind them.  Oh, and of course the Einstein’s who thought flip flops on the most difficult trail would be wise, which worked out great as 2 of them sprained ankles. I should have told her that someone died just 2 years ago after slipping and falling 150 feet to their death, but I was feeling magnanimous for a change. This Zen thing was working its magic.

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 For the next day I went VERY early in the morning.  WOW, what a difference.  I barely—or is it bearly—saw any people on this excursion.  A couple of people walking dogs on one of the trails, and best of all REAL nature.  Deer with their little white tails whipping around as they put their little deer lips down to the cool clear water….  Oh wait, that doesn’t end well.  For me, however, it was breathtaking.  The early morning sun through the enormous trees, the way the sun glistened on the falls, and streams almost blinded me while it had me stopped in my tracks in awe.  Now I know, for a great deal of you this is old hat.  “Sure, yeah, whatever…. See that all the time.”  But for this suburban chick, I felt as though I was the first person on the moon.  And a feeling of serenity I had not known since my massage.  No, this was a different sensation altogether.  I literally didn’t want it to end.  Covered in sweat and drenched clear through my awesome outfit, I didn’t care.  THIS was amazing!

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My “Dora the Explorer” adventures didn’t stop there.  What good is heading out into what may or may not be the sequel to Deliverance, if you don’t take a few chances? So, even though I was on my own, I found a few “authentic” middle of nowhere establishments for the drinks and snacks that are obligatory.  I have to say, the food was great—for not being in NY—and the people were as friendly as can be.  I made friends wherever I sat my happy butt on a stool.  Again, serenity ensued.  I had crawled outside the box of my apprehension of doing things on my own, and had CONQUERED it—BIG TIME.

When not playing explorer I took full advantage of my resort.  The amazing staff befriended me immediately.  Turns out people like me.  The people there could not have been kinder or more helpful. They made me feel like family from the get-go.  I have to thank my best friend, whose generous gift allowed me to take advantage of the spectacular spa. It was amazing; massage, facial, manicure.  Now tell me what campground has that kind of service?  And a special thanks to a woman named Patty, who was able to hone in on my insatiable appetite. She made suggestion after suggestion and did not steer me wrong even once.  Every morsel of food I had at the resort was fantastic. I could go on and on about my Zen trip into the deep dark woods of a park in Pennsylvania, and the thoroughly relaxing nearby resort, but that would be silly.  I think my gushing about it has been sufficient.

Suffice it to say, this suburban chick has seen the beauty and serenity that lies 2 ½ hours from home and LOVES it. I found I am whole without needing someone to tag along with me.  There is NO stigma in actually WANTING to get away alone. I wanted this, I got it, and it was perfect.  I learned that the serenity lies within me—it’s just often interrupted by reality.

One last note about my literal and spiritual exploration, as I would be remiss to not mention the new friends I made at Bushkill Falls Inn:  Jen O., Patty, Crystal, and my tiny Bulgarian friend Donka who made me feel like family.  I hope when Donka returns to Bulgaria she takes with her the knowledge that she made my birthday vacation amazing.

I learned on my 49th birthday that I can do anything.  This was just the beginning.  🙂


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Update 2014: Facebook for all of its good or bad has allowed me to maintain a friendships with some of my PA girls. And for that I am quite grateful.  I WILL BE BACK… And you can all warn ROGER.  😉