
This was the first hike in which all three of the Edison hiking team would come with me: Ian, Pete and Tom. If they are separate, they are quiet, reserved guys (except Tom). If they are together, they are a crazed pack of lunatics (especially Tom). So, it seemed fitting that I was taking them on one of the hardest hikes that I've attempted to do in a very, very long time: Bear Mountain. During this adventure we would experience the joys of nature in ways previously unfathomable by common man. By the end we would all have fallen down at least once, some (me) many, many more times than many and others (Pete) in a matter that could only be described as spectacular. We also would tackle the worst grade of trail short of mountain climbing, a YDS Class III romp from Hessian Lake all the way up Bear Mountain. I would throw up. Ian would show his world-class rock skipping talents.
This, kind folks, is what hiking is all about.
The ride was kindly provided by my mother with the promise that we would take her out to dinner for taking up her time. Thankfully, she's retired and has nothing better to do with her time, but hey it was really nice of her anyways. So, at the bright, fresh hour of "what the hell time is it?!?!" we set off. Bear Mountain is easily accessible by taking 287 all the way north to New York State then switching to the Palisade Interstate Parkway, thus also bypassing the toll bridge that spans the Hudson. Or if you want you can take the Garden State Parkway all the way up to the Palisades Parkway and punch a few minutes off the time. Regardless, the first thing you encounter at Bear Mountain is the Bear Mountain Inn. Yes, you do have to pay for parking if you drove up here. Sometimes you can luck out, however, and get in for free. The area of Bear Mountain by the Hudson River is one of the most historically significant areas of the northeast. Several battles were fought here, and Hessian Lake was so named because of Americans dumping the bodies of the Hessian mercenaries into it - according to a park employee. In addition, West Point lies only about one or two miles upstream from this point. Another fun fact: according to local lore, two weeks after visiting a Boy Scout camp on the east bank of Hessian Lake, FDR was struck by the disease that would later partially cripple him. This means that he probably caught it here. Who says history can't be fun?

If it is a relatively clear day (it wasn't when we hiked) you can look up, and up, and up the hill you are about to climb. The peak of Bear Mountain is about 1,305 feet above sea level. If you start your hike in the parking lot, you are at about 250 feet (give or take, I forgot to write down my GPS readings) above sea level. That being said, if you take the white bar & red circle blazed Major Welch Trail, you'll make the 1,000+ foot climb in the matter of two miles. If you aren't in decent physical shape this trail will punish you severely. If you're not at least a halfway decent hiker, you'll end up getting hurt. DO NOT TRY THIS IF YOU'RE NOT READY FOR IT. You will end up stranded on the side of a hill with no hope of getting down. Also, if you do hike, especially in winter, don't hike solo. Teamwork is almost a requirement to get over some of the patches of ice. This trail also demands hiking boots, not trail running gear, unless you happen to be a mountain climber. All that said, we ascended the east side relatively fast. The trail itself is exceptionally well blazed, and you won't get lost. However, you'll wonder how the hell the person who blazed the trail saw a trail sometimes. Giant slabs of rock worn smooth by erosion and somewhat haphazard drainage dominate large portions of the ascent.
Now, by this point I wasn't feeling great. Part of this was motion sickness from the ride up, part is because I'm not really a morning person, and part is the orange juice that I was downing on my way up the trail. It also didn't help that everyone else, cramped from the car ride and invigorated from the hour or so of sleep they caught on the way up were flying up the trail with maximum speed. Ian noticed that by the halfway point up the mountain I was as white as a sheet, and having problems keeping my balance. I sat down at the first of two or three major summit points, and put my head between my legs. Then I blazed my own orange trail. As a disclaimer, I'd like to apologize to anyone who had the misfortune of coming across this, and I can only hope the rain that fell that night helped remove the evidence of my lack of intestinal fortitude. I'd also like to thank Tom, Pete, and Ian for helping me get the hell on my feet and convincing me to close the loop.
This part of the trail is classified as a YDS (for Yosemite Decimal System) Class Three trail, or just below the point of needing climbing equipment to ensure a safe completion. It should also be noted that in the winter the mountain tends to ice over pretty thoroughly in places, and the ice and snow pack usually remains on the mountain weeks after the snow has disappeared below. I would not recommend coming down this side of the mountain in difficult conditions, as the possibility of losing your footing and dropping onto Route 9 is high. However, we managed to get to the top of this hill, cresting just at the Perkins Tower (which for all you wussy drivers is accessible by road). The tower is staffed and provides excellent views of the surrounding terrain and, on clear days, views reaching as far away as New York City. If you're truly lucky, you might see Tom doing his Howard Dean impression. BYAHHHHH!

The descent is a bit easier than the ascent, though you should take careful stock of where you step at all times to prevent yourself from sliding right off the west face of Bear Mountain. You're still following the red Major Welch Trail. The trail here looks more like a trail found west of the Mississippi, with large expanses of open rock that need to be crossed and fantastic views to the southwest. If it wasn't for the New England foliage, I might have forgotten I was in New York. Eventually, you will end up at Perkins Drive, which also contains the Appalachian Trail. This trail will be your new best friend, leading you back into the woods after a short hike along the road. This is the oldest portion of the AT, conceived of by Benton MacKaye and established in the 1920s under the watchful eye of Major William Welch of the Palisades Interstate Park Commission, who lent his namesake to the red blazed trail we were just on. The trail was helped to completion by Arthur Perkins, who lent his namesake to the aforementioned tower. The AT snakes a path southwards through some semi-difficult terrain until it meets Seven Lakes Drive.

We were starting to get a bit tired and the sun was already starting to pass its high point in the sky. We knew that our original plan to hit West Mountain via the AT and Timp Torne Trail - several miles to the south by this point - and cut across the yellow Suffern/Bear Mountain Trail by dark was almost an absolute impossibility unless we really started to run. So we decided to cut across the historic 1777 Trail East along a branch of the Doodletown Brook. According to the same staff member as before, this trail was used by British troops to outflank and overrun two colonial forts in the region. Either way, the trail here is far more forgiving. After a little rest, we continued east on this trail and eventually (about a half a mile) made a left onto the Suffern/Bear Mountain Trail and eventually merging with the AT once again to make a yellow/white blaze pattern. This trail provides some good through-the-trees views of the Hudson Valley and the Bear Mountain Bridge. Truly some postcard moments. The trail nice and moderate here, with some ups and downs but not enough to make you feel like you're not going to finish. We crossed over the top of the resort, past a ski jump that almost got this place picked over Lake Placid to host the 1932 Winter Olympics. We then followed the trail down (well, some of us did) back to the parking lot.
This trail is a hell of a lot of fun. I'd suggest doing in the period of early spring when the temperature is high enough to ensure little ice on the trail, but still cool enough to keep the crowds that sometimes cripple Bear Mountain at home.