Hiking Club
Ever since my parents used to drive up to Bear Mountain for one of our Saturday outings, I wanted to get off the road and explore the woods and rugged terrain beyond old Route 17. The Ramapo Hills looked high to me. I called them mountains and I wasn't incorrect since they form one of the lower ranges of the Appalachian chain that passes through downstate New York. Nevertheless, they filled my ten-year-old imagination with wonder and a desire to climb them. That time finally arrived when I joined my high school's hiking club six years later. An avid outdoors man, Brother Keane organized a group of boys on a trip to Harriman-Bear Mountain State Park where we climbed Bear Mountain from whose summit you can see the Manhattan sky line rising like spikes at the end of a long winding tail that is the Hudson River. Brother Keane also taught eleventh grade English and Freshman Religion at Power memorial Academy, my all boys Catholic high school on Amsterdam Avenue and 61st Street in ...