Camp Rondack - Rondacts Yearbook (Pottersville, NY)

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D! 1,75 7 I Ef Q f' . I ' I nie --, fl' 1 , K N' Xilx 'T' 'T A IL EV ii i far.- fji, jiQ TRAIL BLAZING THE CANOE EXPEDITION HShove offI The green canoes began to glide down Schroon. Lewis and Clark Cnee Ruth and Jeannej, led per- sonally by 'AML Jefferson trlean Allenl and their faithful Indian guide Dodge-'em Nanny, paddled into narrow Schroon River, singing NVho's Afraid of the Indians? After having selected a camping site, these bold pioneers explored the terri- tory, reporting the discovery of several Herce-looking salamanders roaming nearby. Captain Eddy took charge of the grills and the entire party took charge of the broiled steaks. Paddling slowly back. through coves of lily pads, these intrepid explorers headed toward Watson's Trading Post, where refreshing vittles were consumed in startling quantity. Before nosing their canoes homeward, the entire Lewis-Clark expedition raising high their brown and green standard, claimed the land, with all its fun, for Rondack. THE MOUNTAIN TRAILS To that famous Indian lyric You can't get 'em up the young braves fought their way to the top of Grasshopper Hill and Natural Bridge. Edythe Bleetstein and Bebe Baron took life easy. They wore leather soles and therefore had to be pushed up most of the way. Gloria found Grasshopper bumpy-after bumping into a country mail box-while Apple and Edythe, after much debate, decided to slide down the steeper parts of the mountain. Journey's end at Blue Mountain found a tasty surprise- JuIie's marshmallows-most toastable ones at that. Our papooses, however, proved the best trail-blazers in the tribe. Tepees IO and ll, led by Lucille, Saundra and Mimi, paraded in full Indian regalia.

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ON THE TICONDEROGA VVARPATH Our Senior Squaws met the Schroon Lake Braves and out came the warpaint. After a hearty luncheon, they took the fort by storm-through historic gateways and musty dungeons, up and down creaking stair- and hall-ways, to say nothing of an underground tunnel. E'ager1y they examined ancient documents, broken pieces of china and pewter, and impressive, though long silent cannon. Phyllis Merson doubled up like a pretzel trying to snap a picture and Muriel Helfman almost got lost searching for the entrance to the dungeons. But it was in the village that our braves did the most damage, attacking sodas and ice cream in ferocious manner. BY COVERED WAGON Blossom was the lone Voice crying in the wilderness of Saratoga. She wanted to see the racetrack and the springs, but she remained just a minority. Bing Crosby in Rhythm on the Range provided some consolation, because Izzy and Blossom were able to sing along with the familiar tunes. Nat and Gloria frightened the townsfolk by making so much noise with their popcorn. Lake George, means fudgicles and the speed-boat. Claire, Selene and Gloria engaged in much discussion about the back seat in the boat. CP. S. Gloria got the seat.j Zooming along on Lake George, making the spray fly is an exhilarating experience. When the shopping sprees were over Muriel Simon discovered, to her regret, that she had the one magazine that everyone was clamoring to read. However, the Glens Falls trip of the year was unquestionably the Robert Taylor hike where 70 palpitant young females traveled on the season's last trip to see the new national heartbeat. THE AUSABLE ADVENTURE Generations of Indian trail-blazers must have preceded the Rondack braves down Ausable Chasm, but their reaction to each new wonder was just as fresh as if it had never been experienced before. Helen Lewis and Joyce Bachrack finally found satisfac- tory post cards Cand were they hard to pleaselj. After lunch came the Great Descent, down thousands of steps-well, almost -into the gorge. Speaking of Nature's infinite variety, Frances Pearlman found Elephants Head pretty convincing- for a mere rock--and everyone looked hopefully through the post oHice for a possible long lost friend. Two very remark- able spectacles were the tree with the roots on top and the little girl on the dock who kept crying for more lollipops. The boat- ride took us through the deepest and wildest part of the Chasm, and back for the homeward trek to our own Covered Wagon.