Monday, June 05, 2006


By the time Memorial Day rolled around, I was ready for a change of pace. I don't know if Ms. Ett and Mr. La Place felt the same way, but at the very least they were willing to indulge me and support my efforts to swap out the concrete and bricks for some tree branches and water. Among the many one day getaways that the MTA dutifully advertises is a trip along the scenic 26 mile Old Croton Aqueduct Trail. It's a very nice, mellow footpath that jaunts through little towns and is marked along the way with large, vaguely phallic turrets that apparently help ventilate the water. The trail runs parallel to the Hudson River and by all accounts is terribly marked. Indeed, it took us a good 45 minutes in the sweltering heat to even located where the trail began, and although in our hearts we were bound for Sleepy Hollow, we wound up walking the wrong way and followed it all the way up to where it dead ends at a pretty magnificent dam. All's well that ends well, though, even though we didn't bring any water and were too tired to walk back. Instead, we called a cab to take us to the train station, which clearly marked us as city slickers. Next time we'll trek all the way back home, I'm sure.

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