Two weeks ago Ryan and I escaped from the city for a weekend and went up to Harriman State Park. It is one of my favorite places, close enough to NYC that you can see the skyline on a clear day from the top of some mountains, but wild enough that you can go on a hike and see hardly anyone. Saturday morning we drove up to Harriman and just wandered around, seeing what we could see. We found some lovely sites, small lakes and ponds, some waterfalls, and a bunch of lost redcoats wandering around. Apparently there was a reenactment going on at Bear Mountain that day.
The next morning we got up early and went on a hike that I picked out. Mistake. Everyone who has ever been hiking with me knows that you should NEVER let me pick the hike. No matter what the guidebook or topo maps say, inevitably the trail I pick will go straight up the mountain, over (and under) rocks (and trees.) Seriously. Ask anyone. This trail was no exception. In fact we lost the trail more than once because it went straight up rock falls that no sane person would consider a trail. This is the kind of trail Ryan’s dad calls “Hey, where’d that goat go?” I don’t have any pictures of the crazy parts because I was too busy clinging to the rock face for dear life… I crawled to the top of this mountain… no joke. But we survived, and had a nice view at the top (panorama below.) Ryan took the photo of me included below. I know it doesn’t look too scary, but that rock I’m standing on, that just disappears a few feet in front of me? Yeah, that is how we got up, and it was just as steep as it looks.