There’s some serious magic in the Catskills. Memories from my first trip, with my wife years ago, include seeing a giant black bear just down the road from our campground and going on a hike that totally bewitched us. We never give up on trails, but we ran into some sort of Rip Van Winkle voodoo on this one and, inexplicably exhausted, had to turn around before the payoff view.
Ever since then, the Catskills have loomed even larger in my imagination.
This summer we returned, though the vibe was altogether different: With two kids in tow, strenuous hikes up never-ending mountains were out. And in place of tents and bear-proof trashcans, our accommodations were the chic digs of Eastwind Hotel & Bar. But the magic? It remained. And the kids? Totally spoiled. Here’s how we did it.