Spring has sprung three days early. It's bright, sunny and clear and the view is stunning. I went further along yellow than last time, paying my respects to the venerable old iron at the junction. The climb up here was much different, owing to the lack of foliage. Just how rippled and stony the terrain was now easily appreciated. Snippets of spring peeper and wood frog song accompanied my climb. I passed the little pond by the trailhead and only noticed now that it is a reservoir, with a little dam. That pond I can now see, way in the distance below. Somehow it does feel closer than it should, I guess this trail spends much of its run in a serpentine. There is a startlingly blue quarry lake and tall, terraced stone wall down there. A pontune bridge leads to this island of machinery in its center. I wonder what purpose it served/serves. On the opposite side is the vast, bluish-gray Hudson, and the back-side of Bull Hill. I feel a sense of company on this ridge. someone may be here, savoring the same glorious vista.
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