I strongly feel that once in a while kids should be dragged off the couch kicking and screaming and thrown into the woods to get a closer look at nature. Once they’re in the car with the doors locked they want information. How long will we be out there? Can I bring my iPod? Do we have to climb any hills? How far are we hiking? They don’t appreciate answers like, ‘a while…no…maybe….and not that far.’
Recently I took them up to a section of the Appalachian Trail in Pawling, NY near Nuclear Lake. If nothing else I figured the name would intrigue them, and it did, for a while. That wore off quickly when they realized it was not adjacent to the parking lot and that there would be a long walk involved. This was during the government shut down last fall so we were greeted with a sign saying this section of the AT was closed. Oh well Dad, looks like we have to go home. Not so fast. How can they close a trail? Plus, we’re only going a few miles.
Maybe ten minutes in we start to hear semi-automatic gunfire. That got the boys’ attention right away, boys love guns. It also got my wife’s attention and now she wanted to go home. No way, I have a plan and I’m sticking to it. Luckily this was the fall so there was no constant whine of mosquitoes…however it had been replaced by the whine of a nine year old. I had to remind him every few minutes to stop beating vegetation with his stick…his defense was that, ‘there’s nothing else to DO here.’
The gunfire got louder as we got closer to the lake itself. Now I was wondering where it was coming from. I pictured a bunch of drunk rednecks shooting at beer cans with an AR-15 by the water’s edge. Did I mention that Nuclear Lake is so named because of an explosion at the facility that created the man-made lake in the 70s releasing radioactive material into the area. Am I Father of the year or what?
Naturally the kids wanted to throw rocks in the water so they bushwhacked down there and began a barrage to rival the guns. Climbing through the underbrush to get back to the trail was almost the last straw. My daughter took a branch to the face and there were several stumbles as we tripped over buried rocks. But we soldiered on. At some point my older son thought I said we were turning around, so the further we went the more angry he got. Good times. He decided to forge ahead on his own and wound up taking the wrong trail…we found him though.
We managed to circumnavigate the lake with only one minor injury and even got to see some trees gnawed by beavers. My city raised wife pointed out that she had only seen that in cartoons. Spirits raised a bit on the way back and we talked about the thru hikers that hiked over 2,000 miles from Georgia to Maine, the kids were suitably impressed. Unfortunately we didn’t run into any that late in the season.
Back at the car we checked to see how far we’d gone, almost 5 miles. Everyone was proud that we made it that far, where was this enthusiasm two hours ago?
We stopped for ice cream on the way home…in retrospect I probably should’ve mentioned the ice cream earlier.
To find out more about this hike, please check Hike The Hudson Valley where you’ll find directions to the trail head and a detailed trail guide.