Winter Adventures in Harriman

Dave, Tyger, and myself have a big announcement that I will reveal in approximately 1.5 weeks. Until then, know that we have been trying to hike a lot lately.

While we did not backpack the last two weekends, we did go out two days in a row both weekends. This past weekend I learned a valuable lesson about ice. It's a bitch, but you can make it your bitch if you just slip on a pair of microspikes. On Sunday, we drove over to Reeves Meadow for a hike. Dave put on a pair of poorly made ice cleats and ripped it up, swiftly moving in time with his trekking poles. Tyger seems to have natural microspikes, as he was running around without a care in the world. Admittedly, I once out there, I was being very grumpy and stubborn. I hadn't layered properly (no gloves or hat), nor did I bring my trekking poles. On top of that the trail was one giant sheet of ice. Even the friendly-looking snow was ice. My feet kept slipping out from underneath me. A man who strode past me gave me a pitying look. I watched an middle-age woman wipe out and her kids drag her down the sloped trail while she was on her back. She was laughing, luckily. In Dave's words, I looked like a 90 year old woman, the way I was gingerly shuffling around. I sort of got the hang of it towards the end of our hike when I realized I could hop from rock to rock to maintain my traction. Our short trip ended when we attempted to do a stream crossing to a side with much less snow and ice and we realized the stream was far too full and there wasn't a good crossing point. We made our way back to the car, determined to rip it up the next day.

Who? Tom Jones. [Backpacking All 9 of Harriman's Stone Lean-tos]

Today I am sitting here writing this with a smile on my face. D and I crossed another one of Harriman's Stone Lean-Tos off our list. We had made a challenge earlier in the year to camp at all 9 before the year was over. Unfortunately life got in the way and we took a 4 month break from hiking/camping. With a break that long, it was nice to put the pack on and get our miles in. Originally we had a friend who was supposed to come with us, but he was unable to last minute, which meant a late start for us and not many hours of sunlight. I was grateful as a shorter trek was a perfect way to ease back into backpacking. Earlier in the year, hiking almost every weekend with a 30 lb bag had made my legs stronger. Taking 4 months off seems to have been enough time for them to revert back to what they were. On some of the ascents I found myself wondering why I enjoy these things. By the time we approached the shelter, I mentally cursed my quivering quads as we descended and ascended again.

First Overnight Hike/Backpacking Trip

Backpacking has been on my list of things to do for years now. I've written about my plans for it. I've read up on it (classic - "Walk in the Woods" by Bill Bryson). I've watched videos. My level of admiration and fascination with thru-hikers of the Appalachian Trail is on par with my fascination with ultra-runners. As a hiker (and as a runner), it feels like these people are both superhuman and yet oddly attainable. If I put in the time, effort, and most importantly, the consistency and dedication, I took could be one of those epic people too. So I've fantasized about it for years. However, there were a couple things I allowed to get in my way. One was that I made excuses about the cost of equipment. About four years ago, I decided to begin investing and made a really preliminary purchase from Sierra Trading Post when they were having a sale. I got a 30L pack (Gregory Freia), a stuff sack, a 30-degree sleeping bag (Marmot), flashlight, and pocket knife. Plus I accumulated a couple of other camping things over the years (thermarest sleeping pad, percolator, etc). Another thing holding me back was that while I never had any issues hiking alone, overnighting or backpacking alone didn't always seem as obvious or maybe accessible. It was a longer time commitment, obviously. I don't know. Whatever the reasons were, it just never happened.

Dobbs Ferry Waterfront Park

For a year and a half I lived in the small village of Dobbs Ferry, located right on the Hudson River. I absolutely loved it. I was right downtown, living over a restaurant, and was walking distance from bars, the laundromat, the train to NYC, and this lovely little park.  It wasn't opened until early in the summer of 2015. I had actually snuck in one night before it officially opened, but that's neither here nor there.

Richard the cockatiel liked it too

I was looking through some old pictures and I came across a few in the park.  It was highly anticipated by locals in the area, as it was in the works for several years. Most of the Rivertowns have been developing their waterfronts and they've become real assets to the community. Dobbs Ferry Waterfront Park features paved walking/jogging trails, a playground, benches, a pavilion for performances, a mini beach, docks, exercise equipment, and beautiful sunsets.

Historic Westchester County

A historic site in Tarrytown, NY-- kind of seems like an oddity to me with it's unfinished paint job and non-cohesive architecture. Now it is a private residence, but at one point it was a colonial home, a tavern, a stagecoach stop, and an antique store.

An Estate

Due to the nature of my job, I have the pleasure of getting to visit a variety of different sites. Some are little residences, some are old nurseries or undeveloped properties, and sometimes I get the rare pleasure of encountering an estate. This house featured here is just a very small portion of a large and awesome property. Unfortunately, I don't really want to breach any sort of professional confidentiality. It's such a shame because I would love to share the amazingness of some of these places I visit with the world. I'd love to share things like the little details in the decaying building or the beautiful view or lush rolling meadow. I can't though, as these places I visit are often being considered for some sort of revitalization. Now, sometimes this means restoring property or adding on to it. Other times this means accepting that the cost of restoration will far outweigh demolition and rebuilding. Take a look at houses down the Jersey Shore. That's a prime example. It didn't pay to deal with the mold and structural damage for many. It was easier just to rebuild.

Rockland Drive-In