After a brutal and unforgiving winter, I was in a bit of a rut. I didn’t write, I didn’t run, and I certainly did not clean my room. Even after the weather began to warm up, I couldn’t quite get myself off of the couch. I discovered the frozen yogurt shop less than a block away from my house and spent far too much time eating yogurt while watching Netflix. It was not pretty.
My friend, Dave, and I had discussed hiking in Cold Spring many times over the winter months while we polished off bottles of red wine. However, when we actually set a date, I became hesitant. After all, all of that hiking would definitely interfere with my cookies ‘n cream-flavored binge eating session. And, I was in the middle of watching Battlestar Galactica again, so…you know…I had had things to do.
However, the day of the hike arrived and I was up early with a bagel and a coffee in hand, ready for an adventure.
From Grand Central Station, Cold Spring is a little over an hour long train ride up the Hudson River. This was the first time I’d ever taken the Hudson line, and it was beautiful. It’s incredible how quickly the New York City skyline melts away into mountains and the beautiful mansions and bridges along the river. On our way, we passed West Point, Bannerman’s Castle, and so much green!
We had woken up pretty early in the morning, and the night before had been a little too filled with wine, so I had the intention of napping during our short journey to the town of Cold Spring, but the views were too wonderful. It had been too long since I’d seen a patch of nature bigger than Bryant Park.
The town of Cold Spring is a tiny, with a main street that has a couple dozen restaurants and shops. On our way to the trails (about a ten minute walk from the train station) we got a bit lost and had to ask for directions from a much more seasoned hiker. When we finally reached the trailhead, we grabbed a free map, and began to make our way up the mountain.
It was silly of me to believe that the trek we had chosen would be as easy as the flat a well-paved trails of North Carolina. It also was silly of me to think I was in any sort of real shape after three months of lounging on my couch shoveling frozen yogurt into my mouth. While the first part of the trek was easy, by the time we were a third of the way up the mountain I was in pain. Dave was much more of a trooper than me. To top off the fact that I was out of shape and I couldn’t quite get enough air in my lungs, we didn’t pack enough water. We only had one bottle each. I guess we are city folk now and even in the middle of the woods we expect there to be a Duane Reade where we can pick up some Gatorade.
So soon enough, I was whining about how tired my legs were and Dave was whining about how thirsty he was. This is all while groups of people were passing us on the trail.
Also, our map totally sucked. It was not color coded, so the different trails just seemed to merge at some parts and then go off in different directions like a spiderweb. It didn’t have a scale, either, so we had no idea how far we had gone or how far we had left to go. We decided that once we got to the top, we would just turn around and go back the way we came so that we wouldn’t get lost.
The trip to the top was worth it though, because of the fantastic view! Without a skyscraper in sight! Just from that view I considered the journey a success.
After we pathetically stumbled back down the hill and wandered back into town, we each had a well deserved meal of a burger and beer while we waited for our train to arrive.
I can’t wait to hike in Cold Spring again in the Fall when the leaves change and I am (hopefully) in shape again.