We woke up to the sound the park personnel pulling docks out of the water for the winter season. They had a quite a number of docks to remove from the water and it was interesting to watch them complete the task. They had what looked like almost 20 people working to unhooks the docks and float them down toward the boat ramp. They would position the docks so that they could place a specially made trailer underneath the dock and pull it from the water. Essentially the same as loading a boat on the trailer and pulling it out of the water. Once upon land they had a tractor with a forklift attachment and they would lift up the dock platform and the four barrels on the corners would simply stay on the trailer. I was somewhat surprised to see that the barrels were not attached to the dock platform in any way. Perhaps that is how most of them work, I wouldn't know because I've never been around the water that much.
We headed southwest from Schenectady New York following Interstate 88 towards Binghamton. From there we turned South on Interstate 81 toward Scranton Pennsylvania. Continuing along Interstate 81 we made it to Harrisburg. It was a long this route that we learned how horrible the interstates are in Pennsylvania. And of course we had Google maps set up to avoid toll roads, so as we got near the campground we had picked for the night we wound up taking a secondary Highway to avoid the interstate with toll road. That turned out to be a mistake as the road was so narrow and twisty that it was extremely difficult to travel with the trailer. I don't think there was a stretch along the way or we could exceed 40 miles per hour. And it became obvious that we could be in Amish country in Pennsylvania because we saw a number of warning signs along this narrow highway indicating that there could be horse and buggies on the road. Although we didn't see any traveling on the road we did pass one farm they had an Amish style buggy sitting in front of the barn. We wound up spending the night in a campground located beside the town called Burnt Cabin Pennsylvania. Even though we had gone to great lengths to avoid the interstate with the toll road, ironically the same Interstate ran immediately beside the campground and we listen to the highway traffic all night.