30 degrees this morning when I headed out: it was a beautiful, clear morning with just a slight wind coming up the Hudson. I decided to try some unexplored trails today. I turned left and ran back up the hill in IHP before meandering around on a pretty degraded footpath, crossing Dyckman on a sidewalk adjacent to the Henry Hudson Parkway, and then dropping down by Staff St (just after mile 2 on my map). I looped back through the park (up Payson, back behind the tennis courts) and headed up the hill again for another circuit. I stayed on my typical path this time until I got to the base of Dyckman by Tubby Hook.
I've been noticing a gated path/access road for the last week or so; it was open last night when I ran by and this morning it struck me as being legitimately ajar. I don't know how often the gate is open, nor do I know if it's technically trespassing, but the path is clearly used for construction access and for members of the Inwood Canoe Club. It runs adjacent to the NYRR tracks and provides access to some pretty cool spots along the water. Looks like it's a common hang-out for people drinking 40 ounce beers and burning tires, but it was deserted today. I looked it up when I got home and found a site describing the route along the tracks to the base of the George Washington bridge. I stopped at the point the path enters the trackbed, probably about a mile from the gate. I think I'll go back in some hiking shoes to check out the remaining route. Seems like it would be fun to walk it with a camera.
I finished the run by heading up Seaman to Isham to buy my weekly 20 lbs of apples (and some pears for M) at the greenmarket. Today I also picked up a beautiful loaf of whole wheat sourdough and the daintiest little brussels sprouts. Should be a tasty week. Anyway, a decent 8 mile run at a satisfactory pace, but I've gotta get that mile time down for my own peace of mind. The GPS pointed out to me this morning that I run faster up a slight grade than I do down that same grade: my knees don't appreciate the impact of descent. Ah well, here's to aging with grace.
My baking supplies arrived from King Arthur yesterday. Two bowls of dough are resting (and growing) on the piano. Looking forward to baking them tomorrow night.