Maybe it was the gloomy, overcast late-winter’s day. Or maybe it was the dingy rural landscape, weather-weary and tax-trodden. At any rate, I was compelled to snap photos of this tiny little town called Bouckville, NY, as I zipped through on my way home from Hamilton, NY.
Bouckville’s only claim to fame must be its status as the location of the largest antiques show around– the Madison-Bouckville Antiques Show. People come from all over the country and the world to scour the tables, barns, tents, and antique stores during the big weekend in August. I’ve been through the area during that weekend, and it is nearly impossible to drive through the undulating crowds of antique hunters.
Traveling here in early March is another story.
The entire town was like a ghost town. Oh sure, there were signs of life around– I saw another car on the road, and the gas prices were up again– but I didn’t see a person anywhere. And I stopped to see if the Chenango Canal Cottage Museum was open– not a soul around.
The little museum– not much bigger than a single room in an average-sized house– is along the old Chenago Canal, which is also near the Landmark Tavern, a somewhat renowned local eatery and inn (Bouckville is near Hamilton, NY, home of Colgate University).
So besides the closed museum, the tavern, and the empty fields, the only thing around to take photos of were the old buildings. Bouckville has tons of these. Many of them had a grandiose elegance to them, despite their dull and weary appearances. Several had antique shops in them (closed for the season).
Oh and there was this very interesting mill. A car was parked outside, but I never saw nor heard any activity.
So there you have it: Bouckville, NY. A fine example of the hundreds of tiny little ultra-rural communities in Upstate NY.