The Quiet Bridge Up To The Hill
Crossing over the falls on the Quiet Bridge (above).
Crossing over the falls on the Quiet Bridge (above).
Looking back from the bridge toward the junior cabins (below).
Looking back from the bridge toward the junior cabins (below).
The path from the bridge up to the meadow.
The path from the bridge up to the meadow.
The meadow is designed to be the most spiritual place in the camp. Not just because of the outdoor chapel to the east but also because all entrances are from paths beneath a canopy of trees, with the meadow an opening to heaven above. At least that is the feeling I have always gotten when entering it.
The meadow is designed to be the most spiritual place in the camp. Not just because of the outdoor chapel to the east but also because all entrances are from paths beneath a canopy of trees, with the meadow an opening to heaven above. At least that is the feeling I have always gotten when entering it.
View from the meadow looking south at the green bleachers around the campfire, the restroom / shower facility in the background, and the tent shed to the right. Extreme age and general neglect of this restroom facility finally caused the county to pull the permit for the facility after the 2017 camping season. LOMO's response was to close intermediate hill for the past two years, so there are high weeds in the cabin area and a not so subtle look of disuse.
View from the meadow looking south at the green bleachers around the campfire, the restroom / shower facility in the background, and the tent shed to the right. Extreme age and general neglect of this restroom facility finally caused the county to pull the permit for the facility after the 2017 camping season. LOMO's response was to close intermediate hill for the past two years, so there are high weeds in the cabin area and a not so subtle look of disuse.
The crumbling restroom is locked up tight; it has been many years since that drinking fountain on the side quenched anyone's thirst. But on the entrance wall of Oswego is an expensive porcelain drinking fountain that has been out of commission even longer.
The crumbling restroom is locked up tight; it has been many years since that drinking fountain on the side quenched anyone's thirst. But on the entrance wall of Oswego is an expensive porcelain drinking fountain that has been out of commission even longer.
Poor old Onatoga sits abandoned in the high weeds. This was the camp's older cabin design with double windows on the sides. Onatoga and its adjacent cabins were traditionally girls' cabins. Arguably the best sited cabin in the camp as it had a private downward slope to Chipmunk Creek on its far side.
Poor old Onatoga sits abandoned in the high weeds. This was the camp's older cabin design with double windows on the sides. Onatoga and its adjacent cabins were traditionally girls' cabins. Arguably the best sited cabin in the camp as it had a private downward slope to Chipmunk Creek on its far side.
In a far more innocent time I just assumed that these mattresses were stored during the off-season in a climate-controlled facility nearby. Apparently what I didn't know didn't hurt me, unless you factor in my strep throat infection during my second year at Mowana.
In a far more innocent time I just assumed that these mattresses were stored during the off-season in a climate-controlled facility nearby. Apparently what I didn't know didn't hurt me, unless you factor in my strep throat infection during my second year at Mowana.
The view from Onatoga of its closest neighbor Tuscarora, perhaps a saturation of Indian names as a preteen left me predisposed to attend a certain university far above Lake Cayuga's waters.
The view from Onatoga of its closest neighbor Tuscarora, perhaps a saturation of Indian names as a preteen left me predisposed to attend a certain university far above Lake Cayuga's waters.
The view east from Onatoga; with Osceola, Kashua, and Chinnook (with a tarp patching the leaky roof).
The view east from Onatoga; with Osceola, Kashua, and Chinnook (with a tarp patching the leaky roof).
Kashiwa, my original cabin. It did occur to me during closing week to spend a night in Kashiwa, but what with the multi-year abandonment of intermediate hill and the lack of restroom facilities I passed on this opportunity.
Kashiwa, my original cabin. It did occur to me during closing week to spend a night in Kashiwa, but what with the multi-year abandonment of intermediate hill and the lack of restroom facilities I passed on this opportunity.
Amokee cabin above and the empty tent shed below.
Amokee cabin above and the empty tent shed below.
