This part of the Catskills is just the most bizarre part of NY--equal parts cheesy Woodstock nostalgia and ancient Orthodox bungalow colonies, now fallen into ghetto disrepair but still housing hundreds upon hundreds of the faithful up from Brooklyn, all of whom were strolling the roads of White Lake and environs on this Sabbath afternoon and looking for all the world like the Mennonites of Dundee, minus the horses. We went to visit the Woodstock Museum, which is wonderful, and to hear a concert at the open-air venue, which, on this most beautiful evening, was stunning. About 2.5 hours up and 2.5 back. 
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