|Wow - cushioned seats on the station platform!|
We were a mixed crowd - two skiers, one snowshoer, and one hiker - and we initially struggled along in the deep snow toward the park, until one of the skiers had the idea to (gasp) actually put on our special footwear.
That made it much easier going. The snow was crunchy and crusted enough that the skiers and I could generally stay on top (though we occasionally crashed through), while the hiker still had to work hard climbing in and out of the footsteps of her predecessors. She struggled bravely on, while the skiers effortlessly surged ahead.
|View across the Hudson|
|The stark, flat simplicity of the wooded hill reminded me of naïve New England folk art scenes.|
|Ho-hum, a Boring Mill.|
|WWJD? No, WPFP.|
|Trees fuzzy with parasitic vines (mostly severed)|
We enjoyed a lunch at my favorite place in Cold Spring, Le Bouchon. I got the Le Bouchon salad and a glass of wine (as always) and was quite satisfied. Should have ordered the creme brûlée for dessert though. Oh well, there's always next time.
|Ice floes from the train.|