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Retro New York: The Parksville Pharmacy

Retro New York: The Parksville Pharmacy

There’s been a pin on my Google map at the location of the Parksville Pharmacy, in the Sullivan County town of Parksville, New York for a long time. I first noticed the old building’s hunter green panels and weathered signage on Instagram. Social media for the win. 😉

Parksville Pharmacy Facade - Sullivan County - Parksville, NY

Throughout the course of my life, I’m not sure just how many times I’ve passed the ghost town’s exit off of Route 17. And I’m amazed that I never caught a glimpse of the old store. During one of our cold weather drives, we wheeled through what is left of town to finally visit the map star in person.

Main drag in Parksville -  Sullivan County - Parksville, NY

There was absolutely nothing going on.

Parksville Pharmacy  Signs - Sullivan County - Parksville, NY

Remnants of a former gas station.

Old Gas station Light - Sullivan County - Parksville, NY

I remember gas station lights like this from when I was a kid. Seeing it filled me with a funny sense of longing and… loss? Maybe that isn’t the right word, but whatever the sensation was, I felt it in my belly. In some strange way it almost felt like a broken heart.

My memory transported me back to gas stations of my youth with the ding-ding hose bells, colorful triangle-shaped flags, rotating brand signs, and these melancholy lamps hanging over the pump island.

My youth. Gone.

Parksville Pharmacy - Sullivan County - Parksville, NY
Parksville Pharmacy - Sullivan County - Parksville, NY
Parksville Pharmacy - Sullivan County - Parksville, NY
Parksville Pharmacy Door  - Sullivan County - Parksville, NY
Giant Chicken Army – Liberty, New York Edition

Giant Chicken Army – Liberty, New York Edition

Throughout the fall, winter and the cold parts of spring, I spent a lot more time driving than I did riding. Putting the heat vents on your feet, wearing gloves and a hat make driving with the top down on the convertible really lovely. Even down into the 40 degree temps.

Though it was dreary and rainy and the top remained decidedly up, one of my spring day trips in the car was around the Catskills where I’ve ridden many motorcycle miles. Sometimes the heart just wants to wander and so off you go.

We cruised up along the Delaware River, along Route 97 passing through Hawks Nest. Hooking a right on 55, we made our way through the town of Liberty where… what is this now?!

Well, well, well! If it isn’t a card carrying member of the Giant Chicken Army! Serendipity strikes again.

giant chicken army - fiberglass rooster - liberty new york

Do my eyes deceive me or do you too see the paint worn away in what can only be explained as people have clearly been sitting on this fine gentleman?

I myself did not attempt anything of the sort. With my luck I would’ve gotten unceremoniously wedged in the saddle and some bewildered passer by would have had to call the fire department to pry me loose.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

[distant hysteria on the line]

“What’s this now, ma’am? Ma’am, please. Ok. Ok, ma’am. Please, I can’t understand you if you keep laughing. Slow down. Pink hair…? Giant… chicken? Seven feet tall, you say?! Stuck? We’re dispatching the jaws of life.”

The corner of Main and Darbee hosts some lovely retrolicious sights. We’re treated to a “drugs” ghost sign, color-blocking and neon, a restored Gold Medal Flour mural, vintage signage and metal cladding hugging olde tyme display windows and decidedly fab swoopy handled doors.

gold medal flour mural - liberty new york

Liberty exudes the smoldering ember vibe that I love. Towns like this always have vintage treasures hiding in plain sight if you just slow down and take a look. Fading Americana.

krugs stationery neon sign liberty new rok
town & country neon sign liberty new york
That Time I Rode My Way Into a Live Sex Show

That Time I Rode My Way Into a Live Sex Show

Back in olden times when I used to travel (January 2020), I found myself in the scrubby desert of eastern California making my way to the Arizona border.

Yamaha FZ07 heading towards parer dam

The winter sun was warm and the sunbleached landscape began to give way to deeper hues as I rode closer to the Colorado River. My plan was to cross the Parker Dam and then head towards Lake Havasu, Arizona for the night.

wild burros on roadway sign

When traveling, my senses are on high alert. This is especially true after a few days of settling into the rhythm of being in motion and shedding the skin of “real life.” Everything that is new to my eyes becomes exciting – the trees, the rocks, signs, rivers, abandoned structures, just everything. It is all a feast for the eyes which I gluttonously devour.

wild burros on highway sign

After seeing the first few signs noting that wild burros might be on the roadway, I was super-excited by the idea of seeing them. You can’t imagine how delighted I was to finally spot a pair strolling on the side of the road.

wild burros on the roadway in california

As soon as they came into view I pulled over. Not much of a burro harasser, I gave them plenty of space and watched as they lazily sauntered along swishing their tails. They didn’t pay much attention to me as I sat wat…

Oh!

Well!

Um…

Right.

wild burros getting busy

They didn’t pay any attention to me whatsoever and just went about doing wild burro things.

wild burros on the roadway in california

I chuckled to myself as I rode away. Wild burros, indeed.

looking out at the colorado river near parker

World Famous Crochet Museum – Joshua Tree, California

World Famous Crochet Museum – Joshua Tree, California

In the town of Joshua Tree, California at the gateway of the National Park, sits another glorious American institution – the World Famous Crochet Museum. While on a riding trip in January of 2020, I stopped in for a visit.

A what…? you might ask. Well, have a look:

Nestled in the belly of a cheerfully repainted former 1-hour photo kiosk, museum visitors are treated to wall-to-wall, floor to ceiling, wholesome treasures. Each piece lovingly hooked and looped into being. Crocheted objects fill the space – and your heart with smiles.

While inside, little vignettes of similar genres come into view. Oh, look, it’s the watermelon slice section! There were clusters of poodles, desserts, sushi and clowns. You’ll also fine bears, sea critters, cakes, rabbits and more.

But what really caught my eye was the dainty amigurumi bathroom suite.

Yes, indeedy – a full bathroom set. Not just a sink. Not just a tub. Nope! Guests are treated to the whole shebang including a toilet and rug. It’s safe to say that whoever made this little ensemble doesn’t do anything half-assed. They’re whole ass all day in every way.

Just ask yourself – wouldn’t you want to be friends with the type of person who crochets a tiny toilet on a Tuesday night? I think we can both agree the answer is ‘yes.

Inside the World Famous Crochet Museum

The pink frosted donut was of course near and dear to my chubby little heart. A thing of beauty, really.

The World Famous Crochet Museum in Joshua Tree, California

Before leaving, I left a little donation and took a sticker from the museum. Places such as this keep the child inside our heart giggling.

If you’re in the area, it’s worth the stop.

sign inside the world famous crochet museum

(Enjoy my squeaking boots!)

wheels of fortune fence at the world famous crochet museum in joshua tree california

It came as a surprise to find a Rokon Trailbreaker leaned up against the wall, baking in the sun like a 2-wheel drive James Dean. If James Dean were a nerd who wore orthopedic shoes, that is.

World Famous Crochet Museum
61855 Highway 62
Joshua Tree, California

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