I’m a sucker for nostalgia. My parents used to bring me to the “Jersey Pool” when I was a kid. No idea on the actual name but I guess we were members. I used to go to the snack shop and get an icee from this revolving penguin machine. Long story short: I found the penguin icee in Cold Spring! Now to be fair, it’s just a sugary sweet ice slushie thing. But oh does it bring back memories!

So Cold Spring was kind of a bust. I mean the houses are so cute with their porches and pale yellow, aqua, and white paint. But most of the antique shops were closed. The ones that were open had a weird assortment of overpriced oddities. We’re on our way to the state park to salvage the rest of the day. Might as well explore more.