Wednesday–October 27, 2021
Location–NY-52 (1437.0) to West Dover Road (1449.3), then to Edward R. Murrow Park, Pawling , NY
The weather created by the nor’easter, which brought heavy rain, finally passed through, leaving the morning cold and overcast. We’re up right at five and waste no time straightening up Whitman & Anne’s garage and getting our things loaded in Barry’s van. We’re on the road to New York by five-thirty for the long drive south. To Tim Groves, Rome, Georgia: It was a pleasure meeting your son, Whitman, and his wife, Anne! The kindness and generosity they extended us–blessings of great benefit! I hope to see them again when they next visit you and Angela in Georgia. Until then, God bless you all!
Barry has us to NY-52 in good order and we’re (Slim Jim, Kitchen Sink, and me) hiking north at eight-thirty. Hopefully, the rain has passed and we’ll have a good hiking day. Ahh, and as the day progresses it proves just that! And the trail here in New York? Well, it’s great to be hiking friendly tread again–few rocks, roots, not so many boulders. And the incessant mud we had to trudge through in Vermont, even in the aftermath of flooding caused by the storm, we’ve wet trail, but no mud!
The Appalachians here in New York aren’t as tall or rugged as those further north; thankful I am for that! Consequently, there’s not the intense climbing, yet the ascents are enough to get us up there. And today we’re rewarded a first class view out and across the splendid New York autumn countryside.
Customarily, as I’m hiking, Barry is checking around, looking for a suitable place for us to spend the night. Good, dependable Barry–tonight we’re camping at Murrow Park just outside Pawling. He’s checked with the caretaker–we’re all set!
The road to Perdition is full of complainers,
who ain’t got what they thought was due.
The road of Salvation is full of the grateful,
thankful for sorrows so few.