15-Dec-2001 -- For a long time the previous visitor to this confluence (the closest to where I live) had failed to upload a narrative. So, I'd thought, I'd go and provide one.
Well, guess what? The week we did this, she finally went and did it.
No problem. The point of this project is to visit the site more than once anyway, so on this busy Christmas-season weekend, my son and I went up to Kingston and did it anyway. Besides, this visit is the first post-SA.
If you've driven between Albany and NYC via the Thruway, you've probably gone very close to this one, as it's less than a quarter-mile from the highway.
But you can't do it from the Thruway. After meandering through Kingston and the mild sprawl just to its north, we got on NY 32, which I remembered from a previous trip to scout this one out.
A mile or so north of US 209, the center of the unincorporated hamlet of Lake Katrine (such as it is) is defined by a Stewart's convenience store at the Leggs Mill Road traffic light. This is where anyone else going to this wants to turn.
Leggs Mill, after a slightly confusing three-way intersection, crosses Esopus Creek (or maybe the Saw Kill, I'm not sure) and comes up by a big empty field on the right, cradled by another three-way intersection just next to the Thruway overpass.
This is where the confluence is. The slight trick is getting there.
I first parked at the opening in the fence with an apparent path shown in picture #2. I thought I knew it wasn't quite here, but the Magellan said I was right on the parallel. Had we been way wrong on the first try?
Nope ... the GPS simply hadn't acquired a good fix yet. Only when I had gotten my son out of the car and walked with him slightly into the field did it correct itself.
I would have to cross a wooded hedgerow that almost seemed to be an old railbed into the proper field (visible in pic #6). From here (picture #1) I could see the confluence field and hear the rushing of Thruway traffic beyond.
My son had been somewhat reluctant to go along through here, and I can't quite blame him for thinking his father had taken leave his senses to just park and walk into an empty field where there was absolutely notthing that seemed like it could be interesting.
So, having gotten through some of the undergrowth and around an old barbed-wire fence, it made sense to simply carry him while keeping one hand and an eye on the GPS as it got closer to the eight-ball.
It was easier getting through this field than it must have been on the first visit, in warmer weather, when it's full of the ubiquitous purple loosestrife. So, edging slowly a little further and further in, we finally reached the point (GPS in picture #3).
I set my son down to take the obligatory pictures, and his mood improved somewhat when he realized he might be in one of them. Here he is marking the confluence in picture #4 (note GPS on ground nearby, and same tree in background from first visit).
After the cardinal-point pics (#5-8), we left the short way, the way I'd come a long time ago when first scouting it — due south back to Leggs Mill.
There's a definite pullout area right on the meridian, and it's about 250 feet from there to the confluence, but you're going to have to hop the fence, which is doable here but not easily so. So, my son in my arms again, we simply went back down towards the hedgerow ... and discovered a nice field-road entry point which should make things much easier for the next visitor.