In October, this was the sky in the Hudson Highlands.
My blue heaven.
‘Blue’ isn’t just one color. Let the sky be a lesson in endless blue hues.
Save for jumping out of a plane, the best way to get close to they sky is to climb a mountain.
While whacking through ten miles of the Hudson Highland mountains (which took over seven hours) in mid-October, and nearly giving up hope of reaching civilization, I got a good dose of sky.
Quite frankly, I got a lot cranky around hour five of our death march when I kept tripping over rocks! But you just have to tough it out because it’s not like you’re going to stay on the mountain! You’ve a martini and cats to get back to!
But how do you hold on to sky? It won’t go in your pocket. You can’t bottle it. You just have to promise yourself that you’ll go back to the mountains and get some sky.