Tellers Point is the very end of Croton Point, and holds some fascination for Brigid. It's scenic, the Indians lived there, etc.
So unbeknownst to me, a couple of months ago she booked the cabin that's furthest out on Tellers Point for a week, beginning last Wednesday, June 20th. She did it weveral months ago, and then told me about it after the fact.
I found this puzzling, since this is only about three miles (if that) from our house and it seemed strange to unilaterally make a plan like that. But as I have been telling people lately I don't understand woman anyway.
And of course because of the cub scout trip and Long Island party last week, Brigid only ended up spending four nights in the cabin anyway, and the rest of us only the very last night. This was probably fine with Brigid as she was doing some painting and sketching and didn't need us for that.
So this past Wednesday night we all were in the cabin. No barbecue since it was pouring rain, but it was nice enough. Of course the smoke alarm kept going off as we used the stove grill...
Here are a couple of pictures.
Tim and the last Jean-Jacques fruit pie -
the bicycle comes into the story later -
Here's the kitchen/eating area - it's a nice interior
the front door and one view off the enclosed back porch, where you can barely see how clse the cabin is to the Hudson river.
So we all stayed in the cabin Wednesday, and Thursday morning, Brigid decided to take the van almost to the park entrance and then walk back to the cabin. Since I'd be gone to work, her plan was to bicycle back to pick up the van.
however I drove back to the park after stopping in the office and managed these pictures -
The next two were taken from the moving car - it only looks like I tried to run her down but missed!