The Outblog blog, No. 52 for the week starting November 30, 2003.
Thatcher Park Along Escartment
Boondocks is about farms, rural life, and power toys.
Energy looks at high energy prices and our future.
Enviroman looks at man and the environment.
Hayseeds looks at politics and life in our nation.
Individual looks at myself and how I'm changing
Transit looks at the changing ways we get around.
Truck gives you stories and trips in my Ford Ranger.
Parked at Overlook Lot. Hiked along Escartment, until reached the Southern end of the safety fence, including crossing a frozen stream/waterfall. Pretty hazy out. You could see the old Indian Ladder Trail Road quite well, all the way coming out the valley—it's kind of disappointing that they don't let you hike it all the way up from the valley, but I guess it's an issue of property rights, and people who don't want people parking their cars all over.
Not so clear today, it's suppost to snow tommorow. For a while sat at the Octagon structure thingy, where my aunt and first uncle got married. Took a look down in the valley, particularly interested in the farm to the North of Indian Ladder—somehow it seemed like a rather typical farm, but with a very nice pond, house, and barn.
Drove to the area by the pool. Hiked along Escartment Trail from about directly due South of the pool to a few hundred feet from the end of the park—about 500 ft. from Hales Cave. Actually cut around the Hales Cave area, as I did not want to climb down, then back up (I'm lazy—and the snow might have made it rather slippery). Enjoyed some views to the south along this section, particularly the part South-East of the pool area, with it's great Albany view.
The section by Hales Cave had a more North-East view, I could see SUNYA, including the giant plume of smoke coming from the physical plant—I'm just thinking how wasteful SUNYA is, knowing how poorly insulated the college really is. Another rather distasteful view, at least from an environmentalist point of view, was that thing that appears like a field, in the middle of the Pine Bush—you already guessed it. I spent a couple of minutes with bincolars in hand, watching the precession of garbage trucks and other trucks hauling contruction debris to it's final resting place for it's final burrial —well at least until urban society figures out a better solution it would seem. Hiked back to car, drove out to Knox, then home.
