In a city where skyscrapers dominate shrubbery, it’s hard to imagine that an hour ride can get you into the heart of wilderness. Well not anymore, as I’ve made back-to-back missions from Manhattan to the mountains. From Cold Spring to Bear Mountain, Bull Hill to Doodletown, and Lauren to Dean, it’s an adventure anyway you look at it.
More hiking after the break.
Both hikes were unique, good and bad in their own right, and it’s remarkable to look at the similarities.
Both started with veiled attempts to stick to the map.
And a conscious, if not correct, dedication to trail markers.
Which quickly devolved into extracurricular trail blazing.
The more quickly resulted in wet feet.
Things got goofy,
we saw cool things along the way,
and managed to escape with minimal carnage.
[gwu] Graham Whitaker Unterberger 
nicely done! You guys look like you were out in the middle of nowhere! And, I’m not going to lie, you look COLD. Beautiful hiking and very serene pictures to capture the moment. XO
Awesome dude!
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Looks like some great adventures! My only concern about the trip is the reality that some rather gargantuan, HUGE, intimidating and sexually questionable creatures – the likes of Paul Bunyan, Jack, Cyclops, the Jolly Green Giant, and Goliath – were sharing your camp space. I hope you remembered to wash your hands after hanging out by the glory hole!
Great post, Graham, love the rock “face”. Beautiful country.
Oh man, it’s a gorgeous place, you would dig it