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Tag Archives: Appalachian Trail
I had planned on hiking with the Appalachian Mountain Club, but arrived at the meeting place a few minutes late and they were gone. I continued on my own to Wawayanda, which I understand is pronounced “way way yonder,” a cutesy name with spelling that is falsely suggestive of a Native American origin.
I drove north on the Taconic and turned west on Route 301, parking at the southern end of Canopus Lake.
2:28 p.m.: I got off to a very late start this day, but finally got in a good hike. I had read of a scramble on the Appalachian Trail (AT) that I decided to investigate. I drove to Harriman State Park and parked in the Elk Pen off Arden Valley Road. I started west on the AT as it followed the road for 0.2 miles, crossing over the New York State Thruway (I-87), the Ramapo River and the Metro-North railroad tracks, with all views toward the south.
The Jewish Outdoor Club had a day of hiking and barbecue to celebrate Lag B’Omer. This was my first visit to Bear Mountain, though I have photos of my grandmother visiting here decades ago. There is a large lawn near the parking lot, where we gathered and played Frisbee.
I joined the Appalachian Mountain Club for this hike. I drove to Orange County, took Highway 17, crossed the bridge on Arden Valley Road across the Thruway (I-87) and parked in the “Elk Pen” parking lot.
YBS, Xi and I were interested in cross-country skiing or snow shoeing, so we headed north to Clarence Fahnestock State Park, which has a winter park featuring groomed trails and gear rental. Unfortunately, by the time we arrived, close to 11:00 a.m., the man at the gate told us that the parking lot was full and that they had rented all the ski gear. Disappointed, we drove southwest on Route 301 a half mile and decided to hike a bit.
“[W]hether we will or no, Majesty is all around us here in Berkshire, sitting as in a grand Congress of Vienna of majestical hill-tops, and eternally challenging our homage.” – Herman Melville, from the dedication of Pierre