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Blazing The Yellow Trail

by Margie Goldsmith

Harriman State Park
Harriman State Park

The sun poked through the forest canopy like fingers of God and the wind whispered through the leaves as Brian and I climbed the last part of the trail in Harriman State Park. Five white-tailed deer bounded across the trail ahead of us, so quickly they were gone by the time IĠd pulled out my camera. We sat at the summit looking down at the Hudson River that glistened like liquid silver as it snaked towards Albany. Two hawks circled above us.

How wonderful it would be to make love right here, I thought. Brian obviously had the same idea but as we reached for each other, two hikers arrived out of nowhere. We stood up, pulled on our packs, and began to follow the yellow blazes on the trees marking the Yellow Trail. Eventually, the trail turned into rock, and the blazes became painted yellow slashes on the rock surface. Off to the side of the rocks was a dirt trail with a sign indicating a scenic lookout. We arrived at a clearing and looked down at the Hudson below, now filled with sailboats gliding as gracefully as swans. We sat on a large flat rock. The sun winked through the pine needles of the nearby fir trees. Knowing we were totally alone, we lay a jacket down on the rock face, peeled off our clothes, and held each other. Our bodies fitted together as perfectly as a molded backpack.
    Suddenly Brian bolted upright. "What's the matter?" I asked.

    "People." He grabbed for his shorts.

    "I don't hear anything." "Get dressed, sweetie. Hurry," he said.
As I jumped up I saw we'd been lying directly on top of a yellow trail marker. I pulled my T-shirt over my head, clumsily yanking on my shorts just as a group of hikers appeared.
    "Busted," he said when they were finally out of hearing range.

    "Don't be silly." I said, "They didn't see anything,"

    He looked at me surprised. "Are you kidding?" he said.
I didn't really care if they'd seen or not. What mattered was I'd just learned a whole new meaning to blazing the trail.


Margie GoldsmithNYC-based Margie Goldsmith has traveled to seven continents and 117 countries and written about them all. She is a contributing writer to Elite Traveler, writes a travel column for Women's Running, and blogs travel for www.huffingtonpost.com. She has been a contributor to O the Oprah Magazine, Parade, Travel and Leisure, ForbesLife, Robb Report, MORE, Wine Enthusiast, Islands, National Geographic Traveler, Private Clubs, The Washington Post, The New York Times, and others. Goldsmith specializes in luxury, adventure, lifestyle and profiles. She is the winner of 6 national writing awards.

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