I’ve always loved nature, but I only started hiking when I lived in Colorado last summer. I used to putz around in Letchworth State Park during college, but I was never serious about it. It was mostly a means of getting away from campus in order to clear my head. So, when I came back from CO, home of 14,000-foot mountains, alpine lakes and over-rock scrambles, I thought I’d find disappointment in what New York had to offer.
I found out I was wrong.
After outings in Harriman State Park and in the Appalachians, I’ve learned that New York is home to some great hiking. I had to adjust my expectations, of course. I wasn’t going to need an ice axe in June to summit a mountain nor did I need worry about altitude sickness. I found excellent views and challenging hikes by merely scratching the surface of what the state offers.
The regular hiking season may be closing soon, but that just means it’s time to strap on the snowshoes or learn cross-country skiing. Better yet, I can rent snowmobiles, grab some paintball markers and re-enact Die Hard 2. Who’s with me?
Written while listening to: Alex – Girls (Vomit)