The Vpo man and I decided on one last hike before doing the 24 mile RD Trail. A beautiful day, we hiked out to Lake Skenanto and back. Early on there was some good climbing to do. We came across a stream and the Vpo man says, "If I made this trail I'd have it go straight up the stream." Essentially that's what we did. We came across some enormous, cool-looking boulders. We then proceeded to do some minor rock climbing. And I mean minor. We got back on the trail where we eventually hit the Lake. A group of AMC hikers were there and hiked from the Ramapo Train station. I asked where it was and this woman replies, "You should know where it is!" "Uh, no lady, I do not." Anyway, I still enjoyed the views of the lake and wished to take a swim. Another time, when it's not freezing cold. The walk out was uneventful, but the Vpo man led us out showing his top-notch bushwacking skills. I couldn't help it, but I kept thinking, "this fucker is going to get us lost."
When I broke out the map to take a bearing for bushwhacking, you seemed unconcerned, nonchalant, so much so that I didn't know what to make of it. Now I see that you were actually thinking that I was going to get us lost. Nice. I knew it was possible that you would think such a thing. I didn't let it fuck with me mentally. But even I was surprised at how expertly I walked up on the confluence of those trails. Later on I realized that my math had been errant, and all along I had followed a bearing incorrect by a few degrees. Miraculous. It just takes belief, cpo, and all is delivered.
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