By Anessa V. Cohen
Somehow, it seems this summer that the Five Towns has become a ghost town every other weekend, with droves of people running upstate to visit their kids on camp visiting day. I must admit that, to my relief, my days of going up for those camp visiting day events are over. I can save those long trips and have meaningful visits of another kind with my grandchildren through e‑mail, WhatsApp, and Skype.
Years back, at least we had some good hotels at which to spend the weekend before camp visiting day. So the trip up was on Friday to the hotel; on Sunday, the trip to camp was under an hour, and then just one way back home. Grossinger’s and the Concord were still open when my kids were growing up, and we took full advantage of them during the summers when the kids were at camp.
We would go up with groups of friends, spend a great weekend, and grab the boxed lunches the hotel provided us for the Sunday camp visiting day fun. We also had a trunk full of drinks and nosh to bring up for the kids—things we definitely did not let them stuff themselves silly with at home the rest of the year. Also we always came ready with bags full of quarters to catch up on all the kids’ dirty laundry sitting and waiting for us in the bunks. Anyway, away we went—checking out late in the morning after having a sumptuous breakfast, the camps waiting for us less than an hour away.
Well, yeah, I am spoiled and I refuse to just go up and back in one day unless someone takes me by helicopter. Since no one offered me a seat in one lately, I guess I will just pass this year and wait for the pictures to come in over the phone and WhatsApp, showing what a terrific time everyone is having up there.
Tomorrow will be a new and different day, with everyone telling their own story about how long and exhausting the ride home was and that they are just too tired to do anything and are full of mosquito bites. The funny thing about this whole saga is by next year they will all forget how difficult a trip it was and get ready to go through this event all over again (just like childbirth!).
I will be back here, relaxing and checking everything out in town—since no one is around, I will have the entire town to myself. Someone has to stay behind and watch over things, right?
The one new thing I learned this year from helping the kids pack for camp: Did you know that a hockey stick comes right-handed or left-handed? I just assumed it was like a baseball bat and you picked it up and smacked the hockey puck. That’s what happens when you have all girls! You see—you learn something new every day. v
Anessa Cohen lives in Cedarhurst and is a licensed real-estate broker and a licensed N.Y.S. mortgage broker with over 20 years of experience, offering full-service residential and commercial real-estate services (Anessa V Cohen Realty) and mortgaging services (First Meridian Mortgage) in the Five Towns and throughout the tri-state area. She can be reached at 516-569-5007 or via her website, www.AVCrealty.com. Readers are encouraged to send questions or comments to anessa.cohen@AVCrealty.com.