Letchworth State Park, or my favorite childhood state park — 3 Comments

  1. What a place. But that Andre sticker on the sign. (I assume that’s why you took that photo.) It makes me feel like Holden Caulfield seeing the four-letter words on the wall.

    Counting steps might be tricky. Does the final landing spot as a step? Maybe that accounts for the difference?

    • Signs have become very evocative for me. The sign at Indian Kitchen makes me feel like I’m in the 1930s that I never knew. That’s part of why the covering of the sign at Malheur upset me so much. I didn’t know what an “Andre sticker” was. I’m still not sure I do. I read Catcher in the Rye a million eons ago and don’t remember much about it except that it left me cold. I looked that up too. Not happy? At Letchworth, surrounded by beauty, memories of family trips, and my favorite state, I didn’t count the steps — I just took them slowly. 🙂 Also, another post about Letchworth will feature another slightly doctored sign that made me laugh.

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