[Journal entry for May 10, 2017; Fingerboard Mountain, Harriman State Park, New York] In the late afternoon, Dallas and I Parked at the Lake Skannatati – Lake Askoti lot, off of Seven Lakes. We walked north along the Drive for a mile or so, past Lake Askoti, as far as the southern end of Lake Tiorati. We spotted several Yellow Warblers as we passed a small wetland. Just south of the Hurst Trailhead, we found a slanting rock ledge with a pothole (or mill). We presume it dates back to the end of Ice Age, when glacial rivers flowed among the hills, for it is well above lake level and away from any stream. We then took the Hurst Trail (blazed in blue) up the flank of Fingerboard Mountain, through fairly open hardwood forest with Blueberry and Mountain laurel bushes, beneath. We passed a small wetland in which frogs were singing. We soon reached Fingerboard Shelter, a three sided lean-to built a little below the ridge crest. I’ve camped there several times. We chatted with a through-hiker, who described to us his encounters with snowy weather even while in Georgia. We then explored the ridge, walking first southward to an sparsely-vegetated knoll on which Ice Aged glaciers left several huge boulders, and then walking north, along the Appalachian Trail (blazed in white) to what we supposed was the summit. We could see a little of Lake Tiorati, to the east, but the view is not overwhelming. We then headed south again, and took the Ramapo-Dunderberg Trail (blazed in red) over a series of low hills with very pretty open rock ledges on their summits. The late afternoon sun was lighting up the rocks, trees and blueberry bushes and making their yellow-green-spring leaves glow. These hills are rôche moutonnée – asymmetric hills with a gentle northern side and a steep –often sub-vertical - southern side. They were carved by Ice Aged glaciers, which tore rocks away from the downstream flanks of the hills. Piles of huge, angular boulders littered the ground around the cliffs, sometimes forming small caves. The deep valleys between the hills are damp, with small streams and wetlands. One large pond, perhaps a fifty yards across, is called The Pothole. Frogs sang from it. We reached Times Square, a point where three trails, Ramapo-Dunderberg, Arden-Surebridge the Long Path converge. We took the Long Path (blazed in blue) south, up onto Hogencamp Mountain. I huffed up to the top of a small rocky tor and was rewarded with a great view of the neighboring hills, with their newly leafed-out trees glowing in the orange light of the setting sun. We heard a woodpecker hammer on a tree, and later, several Eastern Screech Owls, with their descending-pitch trills. The evening was upon us and the light was getting pretty dim, so I was glad when we finally reached a point I recognized - the triangular boulder cave beneath the rocky knob called Cape Horn (the southwestern flank of Pine Swamp Mountain). We took a quick look at the Hogencamp Mine, peering into a dark slot of an adit, and then hurried along. We passed a final rocky cliff, crossed and stream and were finally in sight of Lake Skannatati. I walked down to the shore for a brief look at the water. A few minutes later we were back at the parking lot. We chatted with a kayaker who was just pulling ashore. About 3:30.