Journal entry for June 27, 2007. Dallas and I walked the Piermont Pier. We parked by the Baseball Diamond, which is heavily used in summer afternoons by the many Tee-Shirt League teams in the area. This early in the morning, its empty. We walked down the road that runs the length of the pier, past Fragmites grass and Cottonwood and Mulberry trees. Morning glory and hineysuckle are blloming, the later giving the air a sweet fragrance. Numerous other people, on both bicycle and foot, were about. Many birds, including cormorants, ducks, Canada geese and gulls were standing in the shallow water, or sitting on rocks, at the Pier's edge. The morning is very hazy. I can barely make out the silhouettes of the Hudson Palisades to our south and the Tappan Zee Bridge to our north. We reach the end of the Pier in about twenty minutes. Several people are fishing there. We take the North Walkway on the way back, past the coop apartment and their well-tended and flower-filled gardens. We stop by the old Flywheel, a relic of some factory that once stood on the site, as we looped around the base of the Pier, in the Village of Piermont. We passed a canoist, out for an early morning paddle on the Spar Kill, just before returning to our car. About an hour and a half.