May 3, 2025
Arrival
I drove through the picture-perfect town of Cold Spring, tucked alongside the Hudson River amidst the hills of the Hudson Highlands. This was an auspicious little corner of the Empire State. It was here (and only here) that glaciers managed to carve a broad, navigable river through the ancient Appalachian Mountains. An entire book could be written on how notable this intersection of river and hills would prove for explorers, revolutionaries and industrialists alike. At the very least, it’s home to some spectacular hiking.
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