On Saturday, I dragged Dad kicking and screaming up Overlook Mountain in the Catskills. The day before it was Monument Mountain in the Berkshires. Today, it would have been an Adirondack High Peak if he didn’t duck out so quickly.
Hey, if Pop wants to “pop in” unannounced he’s got to survive the consequences.. like exploring the remains of the Catskill Mountain House, soaring views from a ’60 fire tower and teetering on a ledge behind a cascading waterfall. Oh, and an unparalleled sense of accomplishment over a frosty, malty glass of local goodness.