A few years ago E. and I visited this incredible resort, and spent a few hours on the grounds. We vowed that, when we returned, we’d spend more time; part of the deal is, when you have a dinner or lunch reservation you have almost full use of the property for the day. That means hiking trails, gardens, afternoon tea and sitting on the veranda overlooking the lake after dark.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. First, a panorama of the building, and its component pieces:
The other thing we wanted to do was to make good on the silly photos I took and get up to “Sky Top,” the iconic tower at the end of the mountain.
Despite the cool, overcast day, a few people found their way into the water.
There are many stops along the way where you can sit down and enjoy the views.
At the top, your reward is a magnificent view of “The Gunks.”
The rock we’re climbing is no slouch either; but there was no good place to stand to try and capture it. The valley below was littered with house-sized chunks of the conglomerate stone the mountain is made of. There are tremendous shelves of it at high altitudes, overhanging layers hundreds of feet long, just waiting for the right combination of seismic events and frost-heaves to make them crash down.
Here’s the view looking south:
She’s going to be annoyed with me, but the wind was tough on all of us up there.
Tie out for a pair of hawks, which were circling over the mountains.
A rare picture of the two of us together, after we flagged down a fellow hiker. Like I said, windy.
On the way down, the micro view
Enough grand landscapes. The small level view was good too.
While I was on all fours getting these images, E. was taking picture of my butt with her cellphone. They have been erased.
Pines twisted by a hundred years of high winds, cascades of ferns.