Carl's
Rip Van Winkle
Motor Lodge

Rose up, he of the ponderous sleep-
Lifted himself to a stretch in the luminous day.
Looked up and saw the trees grown giant
That were but yearlings when he slept-last night?
Last yesterday?-How stinging is the sun upon the eyes!
Looked down and felt a sudden shame-
Clothes tattered- flesh revealed- the jacket
Beyond repair- Did I fight?
His hand, thinking to grasp dead leaves,
Met instead with a beard- his beard, rib-long-
Fear and wonder arrested on his face….
The firearm,- protection against whatever-
Saw it lying rusted, the stock now worms' abode,
The lock an instrument forgotten of precision;
Felt an oddness in his body,
In each joint a winter; the head a throbbing ache;
"Oh! the flagon! that wicked flagon!"
And with a rushing terror-
"What excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle?"
    From "Rip Van Winkle's Dream"

A Family Tradition...
Owned & Operated by the
Carl Family
3 Generations
Phone Number (518) 943-3303
Fax (518) 943-2309