Anyone who’s spent time wandering in the Shawangunks during springtime has witnessed the mountain-laurel in bloom. But now that it was late June, the laurel flowers would have already come and gone, or so I thought as I headed out to cross the ridge…
To learn something new, take the path you took yesterday.
— John Burroughs
The week-long holiday break was time well spent with family, friends, and new acquaintances, relaxing, talking, celebrating, eating, drinking, hiking, and running.
And I was able to fit in one run that was a little longer than average and extra special: a 42-mile circumnavigation of the Northern Shawangunks, on roads that parallel and then cross over the mountains. To make life interesting, I brought no food or water.