If you are a rider living in the North Eastern part of the States your feeling it! It’s almost time. A time when you know you can ride everyday without dropping your core body temperature to dangerous levels. Personally I have no electrical gear to heat myself up during the cold winter months. That didn’t always stop me. A few of those times, I should not have been riding. I froze. It was dangerous to let myself be exposed to those below freezing temperatures. When you are that cold you are not thinking clearly and therefor, you are not riding with the necessary focus. You can’t help but be distracted by the changes in your body. And it can take hours to feel even close to normal again once you make it home.
So the Spring weather brings welcome relief.
I went for a short ride this Sunday. I had to get out of the city. I did a nice loop around the Bear Mountain area. See the map below.
I went North from NYC up the Palisades Pkwy to Route 59 toward Suffern. I then went North on 17 to 17A. 17A is a nice road for riding. It winds through the mountains and has some surprisingly tough turns. At least I didn’t expect to have to lean into it as hard as I did at one point. There are red stars on the map depicting the location of the following photos. The first is a small waterfall off of 17A.
17A brings you to Warwick, NY. Warwick is a quaint old town where I photographed this church. It’s the kind of town where kids wave at you as you ride by. Very Norman Rockwell. Nice.
I then yielded onto 94N. This is a smaller road where I came across this old mill.
It’s a great old crooked building. I spoke to the people residing in the adjacent house across the creek. They said the foundation of the house is original, built in 1790 and the house was rebuild after a fire in the 1800’s. The mill itself is called the Randelville Mill. The National Register of Historic Places plaque on the door read: Remaining portion of the Randellville Mill. Saw-grist mill, Piano-Forte factory on Quaker Creek c. 1740-1900
I would have explored the area more, but I could smell the rains coming. So I connected with Route 6, wrapped around Bear Mountain, and headed back to the city. Good thing I did, the rain did come.