My parents finally got their own trailer, a 17 foot long Shasta, in
about 1973, I believe. We spent a summer or two at Wilson's Lake,
and also spent a few weeks
of each summer on my other grandparents' land in the Pocono Mountains,
near Dingman's Ferry. I spent most of my time there plinking things
with a BB gun,
when my dad let me.
We travelled to different campgrounds for a weekend at a time when school
started again. We went to one place called Honeybrook where they
had a rather
large and loud PA system, and about every five or so minutes there
would be an annoucement. "Your attention, please. Your attention,
please." It got to be
rather annoying and we never went back.
But the one we liked best was Hockey Puck Campground. We went
there several times, and eventually became seasonal campers, taking a site
for the whole
summer. My mother started working for the owners in the lodge.
The owners we knew first then just took off. Disappeared. Turns
out they had some debts.
The managers ran it for about a year before it was sold to the current
owners. Now it is called Colonial Woods Camping Resort. My
mother still works there,
and we have had a 35 foot trailer for several years now. When
I can dig them out, I'll scan in some pictures so you can see it.
I used to tie flies when I was about thirteen, and it's something I'd like to get into again. I should start looking into buying a basic set and adding onto it.
I haven't done any salt-water fishing to speak of. Just a little
off a pier with squid as bait.