November 18, 2012

A nice hike

Not many people are hiking the less popular trails this time of year.  We hiked up to the ruins of the the Kaaterskill Hotel, which burnt down in 1924.

On the way up Kaaterskill Clove we found this eye in the rock.

No one but us up there. This is South Lake, the beginning of our hike.

Finn is wearing his "I'm not a frickin' deer" vest, as it is hunting season.

 He is a scout.  He walks, or runs, about 30-40 feet ahead of us, always checking back with us.

At the hotel ruins, we found a giant, deep well.


A perfect spot for a picnic.

It was a long hike and we are tired.

By the way, if you ever want to hike to mountain house ruins, the Overlook Mountain House, is among  the most rewarding. It is two peaks south of the Kaaterskill Hotel ruins. Also, you can stay at the only remaining mountain house and experience the incredible luxury these hotels provided over a century ago. It's Mohonk Mountain House.

November 12, 2012

Old fence

Well, they say this all used to be farmland.  Today Finn found more evidence.  We've found a rusted bucket, oil can spout, a few hand tools, a rusted shovel head, and now this:


He was running through the woods, tripped and stopped short.  He wasn't stuck, and didn't get hurt, but was quite perplexed. When I caught up with him, he was sniffing a small section of this fence that was protruding from years of dirt and growth. I pulled it and the fence revealed itself for about twenty feet in both directions.  Another pull unearthed more.  Here is a pile of it.

Here is an artsy picture of part of the pile.

Here is some of it cut up and piled in a wheel barrow.

Other things happened at the cabin this weekend, like rest and relaxation mixed with a bit of leaf raking, but the fence gets your attention.

November 7, 2012

Composting and driving

After Hurricane Sandy we drove up to the cabin to find not a leaf out of place, thank goodness.

It's the beginning of a big composting bin, not a jail.  Or it's a jail for leaves and organic stuff.

The Jeep is officially middle-aged.

Driving on the Taconic State Parkway in our middled-aged Jeep.