It was April 2008 and I was volunteer workamping at Hickory Run, a state park in the Pocono mountains of Pennsylvania. The forest was celebrating spring with singing birds, croaking tree frogs and trailing arbutus. Days were in the 60s and 70s with nighttime lows in the 40s. My kind of weather.
Most state parks have electric hook-ups only with restroom/shower buildings nearby and several locations for obtaining water. My camp site was surrounded by trees and blooming rhododendron and mountain laurel. It also had a picnic table and fire ring, all the comforts of home, RV style!
In my camp host position I helped to keep over 300 camp sites clean in between campers’ visits. That meant cleaning out fire pits and litter pick up. I also gave out campground information and answered visitors’ questions about the local area. It was pleasant work at my own pace and setting my own hours. It also helped to have kind and helpful park staff.
I had lots of time for exploration and hiking to nearby Boulder Field, Hickory Run Lake, and Hawk Falls. Friends and family came by to share picnics and campfires. I got to reacquaint myself with a park I’d been coming to since the 1960s.
When my time was up I worked for a couple of weeks at a private campground in the Catskill Mountains of New York. It was owned by a young married couple who disagreed, after I got there, on my hours, duties, and compensation. C’est La Workamper Vie!
I stayed to help until after Memorial Day when I took my leave, luckily secured another month with Hickory Run and went back to roaming around in the rhodies.
(aka Tin Can Traveler)