I’m growing fond of staycations. Maybe it’s because I’ve become such a creature of habit that major disruptions seem daunting, but I still like a change of scenery with my family. We settled on the Poconos because of, well, a chocolate factory. More on that anon. In any case, said location was near Honesdale, Pennsylvania. Before setting out we learned that Honesdale is one of those quaint downtowns that has made it an island of culture in a sea of red, if you get my drift. While researching things to do we learned about Irving’s Cliff. This is an overlook of the town from a bluff atop one of the many hills. What really caught my attention is that the Irving was none other than Washington Irving, the author of “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.” This cliff was a view he enjoyed, so it was named after him.
The view from Irving’s Cliff
Honesdale is a small town. Less than 5,000 people call it home. Growing up in western Pennsylvania I heard about more affluent people going to “the Poconos” out east. It was a “romantic” getaway for some lucky high schoolers while the rest of us had to use our imagination regarding what such a place might be like. Of course, living just south of the Poconos now we’ve driven through them many times, but we never stopped to linger here. As I tried to commune with the spirit of Irving on his cliff, it occurred to me that he had been a world traveler. Nipping across the border from his native New York to Pennsylvania must’ve been no big deal. Still, he wrote incessantly and the locals obviously appreciated that a famous writer had tarried in their town. Standing here, I knew the view he took in was quite different. The hills would’ve been here, but a much smaller town and, above all, no cars.
My forthcoming book on Sleepy Hollow will have a thing or two to say about Washington Irving, of course. It’d be a fool’s errand to try to follow in his footsteps, just as it would be to try the same for his namesake George Washington. Besides, I was born in a western Pennsylvania town visited by our first president. Although we couldn’t afford accommodation in Honesdale itself (it is a quaint town), we checked into our hotel knowing that “Washington Irving slept here.” And when you’ve spent a few years writing a book about a guy’s work, well, a staycation to a place where he had one is worthy of comment.
