Belvedere Castle in Central Park.
Happy December, everyone. It being the last month of the calendar year, I should be getting ready to do the “really great hikes I did in 2015” entry. Or its evil, eerie-in-a-Doctor-Who-sort-of-way twin, the “all the hikes I still haven’t gotten to yet” entry. (Yes, your trail-head-in-chief is a bit of a Whovian: I’ve got the season finale playing even as I type.)
It’s a short-ish entry tonight – it’s not about any specific hiking trails, but rather a few introspective pensées about walking and hiking.
People walk, sit and take selfies amid the hollies and other trees in the Chelsea Thicket on the High Line.
A few weeks ago, gentle readers, winter gave us one last flipping of the bird by causing it to snow on what was officially the first day of spring.
A wicked case of cabin fever had me craving a long and substantial walk, especially since I needed to start getting back into shape for longer summer hikes. But where to go? Most of the more rugged hiking trails I like to frequent were, after the first-day-of-spring storm, covered in snow. On top of that, I was facing the usual crunch of five million demands on my time.
Here’s how I managed it.
On the second day of spring, a Saturday, I had to go into New York to run a couple of errands. And there was a place in the city that I had been meaning to check out for quite some time – the High Line.