Or perhaps more accurately a fork in the trail. This was taken just after a series of cold, gloomy, wet days. I was getting tired of walking the dog around the lake, but couldn’t think of anywhere else that wouldn’t be extremely muddy.

My wife remarked: “Why don’t you go to Croton”. She probably meant “Croton Landing”, which is a flat, paved stretch along the banks of the Hudson. She prefers this type of environment for walking rather than the undulating, rocky, root bound trails that I favor. It was a windy day and I thought that a walk along the Hudson might be just a bit too windy. However, “Croton” was not such a bad idea so I went to “Croton Gorge” instead. Starting off down the trails I soon came to this fork.

Robert Frost’s famous poem came to mind:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost: The Road Not Taken

Another sage (Yogi Berra) is reputed to have said: “When you come to a fork in the road, take it”.

Yet another wag noted “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, and now I don’t know where the f@*k I am.”

I took the trail to the right and it took me to an old building overlooking the Croton River, and (since I didn’t continue along the “River Trail”) eventually back to the “Aqueduct Trail” and the Croton Dam.