No, I'm not in the Catskills today... My department at work is moving from
the second floor down to the first floor in about two and a half weeks
so I am busy packing up stuff in my desk, etc. in preparation for the move.
(I've got to do as much as I can this week because I'm going to be in Dallas
next week.) Among the stuff in my desk were some pictures taken when my
daughter and I hiked to the top of Wittenberg Mt. in the summer of '98.
This picture, taken from the top is looking down on another mountain (don't
remember which one). The water you see is the Ashokan Reservoir, one of
New York City's prime sources of water. The view just goes on and on for
miles and miles.
I did get some pictures and took them into CVS for one hour processing so I could scan them and put up an entry last night. The colors came out weird, I mean really strange. I fiddled with them until it was time for Sopranos and then gave up. I think I'm going to go back and tell them to take the negatives and make me new prints because the ones they did on Sunday are no good. (Yeah, I know, I really need to get a good digital camera. Never fear...
I have heard that Santa Claus might bring one.) Well, anyway, while we are looking at the Catskill Mountains, here's one
of the Old Man of the Mountain.
||Actually, the mountain pictures were in a drawer, but this picture of my
daughter was in a collection of photographs on the wall of my cube above
my monitor. She had red hair that summer; as long-time readers know, her
hair can be (and has been) red (anything from auburn to ManicPanic bright
red), blue, green, brown, blonde. (This month it is blue; this past summer
it was blonde.)
She was only sixteen when we hiked this mountain; now she's twenty. (Yes,
time does fly!)
As you can see from the picture, it was not all hiking on trails... there were spots where we really were climbing more than hiking... she's not posing on rocks at the side of the trail, that is the trail.
I had gone out yesterday (Sunday) to take some fall foliage pictures. It
is definitely looking like autumn around here, although there is still
more green to be seen than reds and yellows. I've been wanting to take
some pictures of the Saugatucket River, especially where it cuts through
Hmmm, I'm only fifty-five in that picture. Ah, my younger days!
We hiked to the top of Slide Mountain (the highest in the Catskills, 200
feet higher than neighboring Wittenberg) two years later with two of her
friends. That was not quite as successful a hike because her friends were
not in shape for it. Fortunately it was an easier trail (and shorter) because
her friends could never have made it otherwise. I'm hoping Jennifer and
I can get a chance for another good hike next summer, either in the Catskills
again or maybe up in Vermont or New Hampshire.
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