It's amazing how much the slow neglect of people and places causes death. Nothing dramatic to see, but season by season, that which was beautiful begins to decline, until all that's left is the ruins of a former life: much of the Pocono Mountains are like that. In the Sixties, a place of escape for many New Yorkers and city folks from Philly, with the advent of cheap air fair, better roads and advertising, the Poconos have faced this slow decay. Scattered through the mountains are dozens of abandoned getaways, mere ghosts of their former glory.



















While driving back to New York I saw a billboard that read "Life's better in the Poconos." Another recent campaign said, "New York's adventure back yard. With the Hampton's out of reach for most, and Upstate tax laden, the Poconos may well be the next place people from the city retreat. And if things are an indicator, I'll be in the middle of it all.