Get Your Kicks on Bay View Avenue
Have you ever
just gotten in your car and just drove?
Did you ever have that Saturday morning itch that said, “I don’t care
where I end up as long as I see trees, sky and zero skyscrapers.” Well, I have had those thoughts from
time to time. I'll just drive north out of the city and make my way to Saw
Mill Parkway and just go. I usually hope for the best; in that I will find my way back without ending up in Canada.
Route 9
provides from serious scenic views driving north. Not too long ago, I decided to cut back using
9W which runs alongside the west side of the Hudson River. I wasn’t very familiar with Newburgh but I
figured if Route 9 took me up, then Route 9 something or other would take me back to the city.
I had seen
Storm King Mountain many times as it sits with lioness statue across from
Cold Springs, New York. So majestic and
proud; this mountain has strong folklore ties to the indigenous people that
once lived in the area. Some evenings, sitting along the banks of the river, I marveled at
the lights that cut through the middle of the mountainside. I assumed they were headlights from some
automobiles making their way around the range.
I played head
games with myself thinking to get to the other side and drive along that road I
needed a special pass or code word from a local to find its secret
entrance. I just knew one day I would find myself at that secret
entrance; that secret road.
Just a while
ago, I drove south through Newburgh and in my gut I said to myself, “Turn
here.” I saw the road sign Shore Road. It
was only natural to assume, as I was at the base of Storm King, that I should
find this secret passage way to the mountainside. After a few minutes of driving, I found myself at the riverbanks turning into
the mountain and up I went. A road
called Bay View Avenue prominently displayed itself and I veered left like a scene out of a spy movie.
Then it
happened, without noticing how far I had climbed up in altitude; I looked to the left.
Bannerman Castle via Storm King Mountain |
There,
sitting in the middle of the river at an angle I had never seen it before was this little island of Pollepol. In a previous blog about Bannerman Castle, where I discussed its mystique, I now had a whole new image of this
place of beauty and lore. I was so high-up; I think I might have been at Cessna plane level. I couldn’t get over the fact that I was still
on the ground technically but driving through this mountainside. The
trees whose branches covered the road; it looked like nightfall when
the road tucked into land. As we curved
back out to the river; the sun was beaming.
I eventually
made it to the other side with West Point guards directing me alongside the
road. Apparently, there was an event
going on that day. I must say, Storm King Mountain and I will have another date
soon, possibly in the fall with lush colorful foliage this time.