Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Poconos Mountains

Way up north of Philadelphia, off the northeastern tip of Pennsylvania where it meets New Jersey lies, in tranquil nobility, a mountain range called the Poconos.

Poconos' recalcitrant beauty does not conform to the standards of the world. The mountains do not have a perfect cone shape; in fact, the slopes are close to rugged. The terrains are near boring that not a mountaineer would find them worth an adventure. What it has are landscapes that are witnesses to nature's magnificence as each season unfolds.

*Credits to NOC people, Xiao Qing and Junhao, for some of the pics

Unlike in many parts of the world, the mountains within that region enjoy equal turns of spring, summer, fall and winter. Lakes turn into layers of ice, and snowflakes give way to budding bloodroots as the ethereal view of the same sun-lit sky pleases tourists. Despite this, Poconos needs no reason to delight tourists; it is not pretentious, but sublime.

While you see celebrities and skilled skiers in Aspen, you see common people in Poconos. The houses and resorts do not compare, but they give as much fun, nonetheless. The bottomline, really, is in the fact that it is not commercialized and, thus, it is not commonplace; it's a new experience.

There is no reason to impress because Poconos is not famed to begin with but the fact that it is regularly visited by people from Penn, Jersey, New York and other states makes it a worthwhile experience. Many even start to migrate and permanently live in the area. These are the very warm people you casually meet on the slopes or the lakeside. They won't tell you how woderful the place is but they'll make you feel wonderful.

Poconos may not be as picturesque as Aspen in Colorado, or as vast as Killington in Vermont, but it's magical all the same. But unlike Aspen or Killington, its simple magic knows neither a reason nor a season.

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