For those of us who have been coming to The Black Dog since it opened, it would be fun to post memories. So I was a teenager (16 years old) and came up for the weekends to camp at
Cranberry Acres.
My memory of the Black Dog - park your car on line at the Ferry. Walk over to Black Dog (via the beach) to wash your face, brush your teeth and have a delicious home made breakfast. Bread baked fresh, home fries loaded and we sat on the porch that was screened in. Honestly, it was a "hippie hangout".
For those of us who have been coming to The Black Dog since it opened, it would be fun to post memories. So I was a teenager (16 years old) and came up for the weekends to camp at
Cranberry Acres.
My memory of the Black Dog - park your car on line at the Ferry. Walk over to Black Dog (via the beach) to wash your face, brush your teeth and have a delicious home made breakfast. Bread baked fresh, home fries loaded and we sat on the porch that was screened in. Honestly, it was a "hippie hangout".
Marsha, I love this story!