Mount Sherrill
Mount Sherrill
6.4 miles
The Shaft parking lot was poppin’ this afternoon at around 2pm. But since it’s a bushwhack hike, I knew I’d probably still be in solitude for most of the way.
The first time I did these bushwhacks, they were true bushwhacks, as I rarely found the herd paths on the way up. Now, I have a better sense of where to go and realize just how many old logging roads and herd paths there are.
The logging road up Sherrill was such a gorgeous hike. At around 1500 feet there were a few super muddy spots—like sink in above your ankle mud. But then the rest of the trail was dry. The only minor inconvenience was the leaves made for slippery conditions on the way down. However, the fall colors at the top made it worthwhile.
On the way up we met Sarah and Tracy who we know from the hiking groups. I love seeing online friends in real life. We chatted for a bit and went on to try and find the abandoned bus on Sherrill.
I have fantasies of pulling a Chris McCandless and giving up my belongings (except my skis) in order to live off the grid. Then I realize skiing costs a lot of money, even if I only did backcountry, and I come back to reality.
I’d read that the bus is on the shoulder of Sherrill at about 3400 feet. I must’ve been right near it and just missed it. I would’ve stuck around longer to search, but it was getting late and Deb and I knew we’d already be hiking most of the way down in darkness.
In the parking lot I did my favorite post-hike activity: stargazing. The instant I looked up, I saw a shooting star. I felt so fortunate to have seen that. I love the Catskills so much. Whenever I’m enjoying the outdoors here I feel the universe sends me signs that let me know I’m right where I should be.
Today’s beer was a good one: Oh-Jay DIPA by @lonepinebrewing . Hazy with a smooth finish—just like I prefer.
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