Bear Mountain to Manhattan

Friday morning, after a great night's sleep, I woke up to the sun shining! While taking advantage of the contintental breakfast in the lodge, I realized that everyone besides me in the common room was a West Point grad; I presume they were having a reunion because there were conversations going on around me concerning graduate years, class of whatever, etc. I hadn't realized that West Point was just up the road from here until R had pointed it out across the river the previous day. At any rate, this early morning sunshine was about all we got this last day on the road; there was another thunderstorm rolling in, and it was clouding over by the time we left Bear Mountain for Manhattan.

Just south of Bear Mountain, the route 9 bike signs direct you off the highway (we were on 9W at this point) to a dirt path. We went about 50 feet on it and quickly determined it wasn't passable with our tires. And I have 700x38s. It's dirt and chunky gravel, not very well maintained. So if you're in that area I would recommend staying on the highway.




This last 50 miles of route 9 are a bit hillier than the previous stretches we had been on, but it wasn't that bad. A couple of short climbs and several rollers. At Haverstraw we avoided some of the town congestion by following the signs down to the waterfront, although once the route rejoined the town center we managed to get turned around, just briefly. At one point the route 9 bicycle sign clearly pointed left, but we figured soon enough that we really needed to go right. Good times.

Our half-way point was Nyack, a really charming town right along the west bank of the Hudson River. Past Nyack we came to Piermont, where we stopped for lunch. At this point we were only about 12 miles from the George Washington Bridge, and stopped for a leisurely lunch at a little French bistro called Sidewalk Bistro. The French owner noticed our bikes and invited us to park them in the back garden area, which was very nice. I enjoyed a croque monsieur and a beer for lunch. Fabulous! During lunch we chatted with a fellow bicyclist, also with a loaded touring bike. He was from Montreal and heading down to Brooklyn. We wished him well and then hit the road for the final few miles back to Manhattan.

This portion of the route was gently hilly but mostly very comfortable terrain. Obviously Rachael knows this route well, so she led us through the final twists and turns to reach the south side of the George Washington Bridge, only to find it closed! So then we had to use the north side of the bridge, which involves going up and down about six flights of stairs, which I can tell you is not any fun with a loaded touring bike. Just getting up and down these stairs took us about 20 minutes. Once that little adventure was over, we were just cruising home along the Hudson River greenway. After not too long we saw our Montreal friend sitting on a park bench with a map, trying to figure out how to get to Brooklyn from this point. (I was surprised he had managed to get to the GW bridge and across). Rachael being a kind and generous soul offered to escort Jacques down to the Brooklyn bridge. I headed back to the apartment to begin celebrating the completion of the tour: 308 miles in the saddle!

The real celebration was later that evening, when we headed over to wd-50 for a fabulous dinner. I had the hanger tartare, the wagyu skirt steak, and about 17 desserts. Excellent end to the tour.

Mills Norrie to Bear Mountain (50 miles)

On Thursday morning we left Mills Norrie relatively early. It was cold in the morning, probably in the low 40s, and misting as we left our cabin in the park and rejoined state route 9 to head toward our next destination, Bear Mountain. After just a few miles on the road we passed through Hyde Park and stopped off to see the Vanderbilt mansion. I understand that this was one of their smaller mansions, probably the equivalent of a rustic cottage for them. I scooted around back to catch a view from their terrace, looking down the Hudson River valley. Lovely spot!


Further down the road in Hyde Park we pulled off the road briefly to see FDR’s childhood home. I don’t think we went far enough into the compound to see his house (we stopped at a house in the front of the estate) but it was still cool to stop at FDR’s home. Past Hyde Park we passed through Poughkeepsie, which was interesting because the scenery went sort of like:

Sprawl > blue collar urban > expensive > middle class

Just in the course of a mile or two. But it definitely seemed like a real working town, not just a quaint tourist destination like some of the smaller villages we had passed through. Next we passed through the little town of Wappingers Falls, and it was at this point that we briefly lost track of the route 9 markers. The state 9 bicycle route is fairly well marked… until it isn’t. Or until the signs tell you to turn right instead of turning left, for instance. In Wappingers Falls we perhaps made a wrong turn, or perhaps not. At any rate, thanks to our maps we knew in general where we needed to be, so we were able to rejoin the route quickly. Unfortunately it was at this point that the official route joined up with a highway/freeway, so we found ourselves on the shoulder of a pretty busy road for about 5 miles before rolling into Fishkill. Fortunately, in Fishkill we found a great little lunch spot where we could relax, warm up, and get away from the highway traffic for a bit. It was a little place called Pamela’s Java Hut. Those who know me know how much I love a tiki island theme, so this was right up my alley. Also, it was warm and they were serving chili that day, so, Score!



Past Fishkill, route 9 took us off of the highway (thanks Albany!) and back to more infrequently-trafficked roads. About 10 more miles took us to Cold Spring, a really nice little village back on the river front. In Cold Spring we stopped to get food supplies at a local diner and bakery. Rachael has some interesting stories about that place… maybe she’ll share some of them (hint hint). While in Cold Spring the locals (or local Harley riders) seemed to think that the dark clouds were going to open up in a full downpour at any moment, so we were a bit motivated to hurry on towards Bear Mountain without too much delay.

It was also at this point that we decided to call Bear Mtn to ask if there were food stuffes in the immediate area because we weren’t sure whether to buy dinner at Cold Spring or wait until later. The Bear Mtn folks advised Rachael that we were being upgraded from our reserved lodgings (in the rustic stone cottages) to the Overlook Lodge. Another score!

From Cold Spring we just had about 8 miles to go to get to Bear Mtn, but we were riding at a decent pace to try to beat the rain. Just before Bear Mtn we crossed over the bridge to the west side of the river, and took a few moments to appreciate the river that we had been travelling alongside for so many miles on the trip.



Just on the other side of the river we arrived at Bear Mountain. On way up the road to the Overlook we passed by the stone cottages, which looked pretty nice really. These cottages were built in 1935 as a WPA public works project. Rachael had thought the ride up to the Overlook was going to be a lot worse than it was, so she kept trying to manage my expectations for the climb (like, we could still stay at the cottages if you want! They’re right here!) But in fact it wasn’t that far up the hill to get the Overlook, which was super nice but still under renovation. It seemed like we were the first guests to stay in our newly renovated rooms; even so it felt incredibly luxurious to stay in brand new rooms with new beds and marble bathrooms. It was a big step up from the comfort station at the Mills Norrie State Park. Even the promise of their modest continental breakfast in the morning sent us into raptures. Breakfast! Brewed coffee!!

So after a long day in the saddle, we were all checked in and decided to take it easy by… going for a long walk around the lake. There’s a nice path that goes all around the lake, and then we forged our own path up the hill, through the brush, back up to the Overlook. Along the way we popped our heads into one of the stone cottages; it looked nice. Strangely at the front desk of the Overlook I had overheard a guest complaining about the cottages smelling of smoke, and the woman at the front desk had said something like, "Yeah they do smell like smoke". Sure enough the one we walked into did smell of smoke, and the fire alarm was buzzing, so they must have had some kind of incident. That may have accounted for our mysterious upgrade to the lodge. At any rate, the accommodations were great and the good night’s sleep was much needed as we prepared for our last day on the road, heading back into Manhattan.

Days 4/5: Mills-Norrie and Dutchess County

Tuesday morning we left our cottage at Lake Taghkanic to ride south to our next destination: Mills-Norrie State Park in Dutchess county. From Taghkanic we headed west to pick up state route 9 in the town of Livingston.

New York route 9 is a designated bike route that follows the highway for the most part (diverging from it at certain points) all the way from the George Washington Bridge in NYC to the Canadian border to the north. On this day we were travelling about 30 miles down route 9 to get to our next destination, and it was an easy day on the road, even carrying all of our gear in our panniers. This section of the route is very flat and we were able to get into a nice rhythm on the bikes. I think the most interesting part of this route is the historic towns that one passes through along the Hudson, beginning with Livingston where we joined route 9.

I’ve been reading a book on the history of the Hudson, and Livingston Manor figures prominently in the early English history of the Hudson river valley, in the 17th century, after the Dutch rule had waned. The original land grant that formed Livingston Manor covered 160,000 acres in Columbia and Dutchess counties. Further down the road, route 9 passes through Clermont, another artifact of the original Livingston Manor. Clermont Manor had been established in 1728 by Robert Livingston, one of the descendants of the elder Livingston. It’s hard to keep track of all these Livingstons, since they’re all named Robert. Some of them are even named Robert Robert. Anyway, all kinds of interesting history in this area: apparently it was the farthest north the British got up the Hudson during the American Revolution. It’s also the home of the first steamboat (also associated with a Livingston).

South of Clermont we passed through a town called Red Hook. We had gotten so used to little tiny hamlets that it was a surprise to pass through a substantial town in this part of the country. In Red Hook we noticed an interesting roadside sign: 104 miles to New York.



After Red Hook we cruised through the town of Rhinebeck, which we would revisit a couple of times on our ride the next day. Rhinebeck is a very charming little upscale town with lots of shops and eateries. While in Rhinebeck we grabbed lunch and food stuffes for dinner before continuing another 8 miles or so down the road to Mills Norrie.

While Mills Norrie was theoretically right off of route 9, it proved a little challenging to locate the cabins. The state park region is actually really large and encompasses the historic Mills Mansion as well as the small village of Staatsburg, which was probably established to support the mansion. We finally found the entrance to the state park, then meandered around a bit until we arrived in the general vicinity of the cabins. Even at that point it wasn’t at all clear where our cabin was or if we were even in the correct park. Rachael called the posted number and they pointed us toward a *cardboard* sign tacked to a tree that led the way to our cabin. Rustic! In fact the cabin was quite charming, nestled in forest, and right on the cliff-side overlooking the Hudson River. For dinner we feasted on bread, cheese, salami, pasta, and wine that we had bought in Rhinebeck.

On Wednesday we did a nice 50 mile loop through Rhinebeck and the surrounding countryside, passing through some small towns and climbing up one or two grades. This ride is #5 in Backroad Bicycling near New York City. It was a really nice ride, but it was so chilly that day that I was pre-occupied with thoughts of returning to the cabin and hanging out in the heated bathroom for several hours, just for warmth. On our return into Rhinebeck, we did stop at the CVS to pick up a duraflame log (I had been thwarted in my firemaking attempts the past two nights and was not going to fool around anymore). After Rhinebeck we did a quick cruise through Rhinecliff then headed back to the cabin at Mills-Norrie to warm up.


About 2 miles away from the cabin was this very small village, Staatsburg, that actually had one restaurant. This was the only night that we were really within range of a restaurant for dinner, so we cleaned up and took the bikes into town for a hot meal. The place is called Portofino, and it actually has decent reviews online from what I can tell. The main thing for us was that it was hot food and super cheap: my memory is a bit fuzzy but it seems like we had a 4 course meal with wine flight for $25. Granted the food was just so-so, but it still hit the spot. The 2 mile bike ride back to the cabin was cold. So cold. But thanks to the duraflame we got the fire going and were able to warm up a bit.

Also, Rachael had a giant, ugly, probably deadly venomous, spider in her room, which I captured and deposited outside. Good times.

Next: Bear Mountain and back to civilization

Days 2/3: Lake Taghkanic, Hills and farms of Columbia county

On Sunday we drove south from Lake George to Lake Taghkanic in Columbia county, where John dropped us off with our bikes and gear before heading back to the city. We tried to talk him into ditching work and instead sticking around to ride with us for a few more days; but I guess he was just too eager to head back to work on Monday. That’s dedication!


Our accommodations in Lake Taghkanic were in a comfortable cottage in Lake Taghkanic State Park. The nice thing about these cottages and cabins was that, although they didn’t have heating, they were equipped with fridges and stoves so we were able to heat water, make some simple dinners, and store adequate supplies of beer. Close by to Taghkanic State Park is Taconic State Park. According to at least one unreliable website, Taghkanic is an older spelling of Taconic, which makes sense but is a bit confusing if you ask me.



Monday morning we woke up relatively early to do a 50 mile tour of the farms and hills of southeast Columbia. This route took us through quiet country backroads, sometimes on rough gravel or dirt roads, under canopies of autumn trees almost at peak color. The terrain on this route is definitely hilly, with lots of rollers, but it’s lovely scenery. We passed through a couple of very small villages, such as Philmont, in which I came to the realization that it is sometimes hard to find an espresso in small villages and hamlets. We also passed through a strange small town called Harlemville. It was strange because it felt like a Northern California hippie enclave, complete with independent bookstore and healthfood store. Even the people walking around looked like ex-California hippies. I think this might be because there’s a large biodynamic farm located there, called Hawthorne Valley Farm. Or it could be a weird hippie cult ensconced in mid-upstate New York.

From Harlemville the route turns south and heads through Copake Falls and Copake. Copake Falls is right at a key entrance to Taconic State Park and offers access to the Harlem Valley Rail Trail. Also, there’s apparently a short hike here that leads to the Bash Bish Falls in Massachusetts, the highest falls in that state. We didn’t head up to see it as we were trying to rush a bit to beat an incoming thunderstorm, but sounds like it might be worth a stop. Copake Falls also features a general store with deli, offering a convenient lunch stop on the way back to Taghkanic.

Speaking of thunderstorms, I bought a terrible novel to read along the way, called Silent Thunder. This was the best of a horrendous selection of romance/suspense novels offered at the rest stop along the interstate. It’s about a “marine architect” named Hannah, a secret collection of symbols on the back of a submarine panel, and a Russian assassin named Kirov. Kirov!

Next: Mills-Norrie and Dutchess County

Henry Hudson 400th Anniversary River Tour (HH4x3) – 308 miles

About six weeks ago my good buddy Rachael started talking about celebrating the 400 year anniversary of Henry Hudson’s historic river discovery by embarking on a bicycle tour down the Hudson river valley. Because I cannot ever pass up a touring opportunity, I invited myself and Artemis (my Dahon Tournado) along for the ride. It was a great trip. Images and themes: the River (duh), country roads, autumn colors, chilly weather, and fire (both fireplace and campfire variety).

I arrived in Manhattan on Thursday with my Dahon packed and intact. This was my first time travelling with the Dahon packed up in its big suitcase, so I was a bit worried about how the airline might handle it. I had absolutely no problems with the bike on arrival, and as a bonus JetBlue didn’t even charge me the $50 bike handling fee. Although the case is a bit large and heavy (total weight = 44 lbs packed) I don’t think they realized that it was a bicycle. So... on Friday, Rachael and I packed up the car with our 3-bicycle stack and gear. We’re getting ridiculously good at this packing job; I actually think we could fit a fourth bike in this stack if we had to. Friday evening we headed up north to our first stop in Lake George. Along the way we were treated to a great fireworks show along the river in Albany. I’m not sure what the occasion was, but it was a cool treat.

Day 1: Lake George – Bolton Landing and Pilot Knob Loop (62 miles)
On Saturday we took advantage of the sunny weather to piece together two distinct loops in the Lake George area:

* Bolton Landing (30 miles, 2400 ft), on the west side of the lake
* Pilot Knob Loop (32 miles), on the east side


The Bolton Landing ride featured a nice stretch along the Lake George waterfront, then a bit of a climb up to Riverbank, followed by a nice meandering ride along Schroon River Road, which we had travelled on during our previous trip to the Adirondacks two summers ago. The second loop followed the south end of the lake, where the steamboats depart, and then followed the eastern edge of the lake. Along this side there were some marshlands that were in peak autumn color, and one of the highlights was a nice stretch along a beautiful rail trail between Glens Falls and Lake George.


Our accommodations in Lake George were great: a comfortable and cozy cottage at Cramer’s Point, complete with fireplace! With the innkeeper's help we built a nice roaring fire on Saturday night. Perfect for a chilly autumn evening in the Adirondacks.

Next: Lake Taghkanic, Hills and farms of Columbia county