#60: Back! Only to leave again soon…
My modus operandi for all weekends first containing that momentous change-of-season air is a roaring I’M OUTTA HERE. (Factually, somehow this weekend I fell totally out of the loop: pals are either exploring the wooded depths of New England, or at a moped rally in Kentucky. When you get left behind, you’ve gotta make your own adventure.)
I have a long list of goals for the warm season ahead, the first being a conquest: to vanquish my fear of the open road, and to hit it. Don’t get me wrong, give me the byways any old day– winding, dusty, dirty country roads– and I’m all over them (figuratively speaking), but the highways are what get me good. Mark my words, by the next equinox I’ll have stories, nay, legends to share about the summer of 2009 and a girl in her Jeep. Right? Right…
Anyway, this weekend was prime time for warming up for the big trip out west (t-minus 6 days and counting). I hit the Hudson Valley hard in my LL Bean hikers.
A little game of contrast and compare: Bear Mountain in 1939 versus Bear Mountain today.
What do you think? How many McMansions can you spot in the distance? There is still so much of the Hudson Valley of the old days to explore, wilderness, secret passages, colonial homes… You could have breakfast in Brooklyn, be up North by lunchtime, and back in the city by supper. Maybe next weekend? Keep the place warm for me while I’m away.
Some scenes from the day: