Little Pond Campground

As we drove away from Victor we hurried down the toll road towards our first stop on our great Northwoods adventure. Along the way the K2R2 was bathed in more radar waves than it had seen in the entire drive from Tejas. 

Arriving at Little Pond Campground we were delighted by our site which was on the edge of a rushing creek formed from the outlet of Little Pond.

The water thundered over the lip of the narrow spillway just above our campsite. A small wooden walkway crossed above the silver curtain that poured over the front edge of the dam. The showers of the day painted the landscape gray and created a delightfully cool evening. A hike around the lake found the showers had filled the freshets and small streams full of happily gurgling water on its way to the lake.

We settled feeling contentedly full from a supper of fresh garden delights that Julie, Landy, Vinny and Trenten had filled the K2R2’s larder with along with a stop at Wegmans in Binghamton.

The next morning we were awakened to the lonesome call of the eastern Towhee and brass honking calls of Canada Geese. It was a misting gray departure after a little route planning around a beautiful center arrangement.

About 3 miles up the road we came to the Beaverkill Trout Farm stand while the sun was just breaking through gloom. The sign said, “Beaverkill Trout Hatchery Fishing Preserve Open Sat + Sun 8AM to 5PM Fresh and Smoked Trout Open April 1 to Labor Day.” The small kiosk directly across the road run by a young man and a black lab indicated “Fishing no license required”. About 10 minutes later on my second cast our evening meal of fresh rainbow trout was flopping around my feet. The young lad cleaned the fish and bagged it up along with a whole smoked rainbow which Rebecca gleefully placed in the K2R2’s refrigerator and off we went. So, this is what I am calling the NEBDR done right!