At the water's edge, a fishing line goes out while the smallest wades in to see what's there.
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She turns her back on the trail and throws both arms open to the Hudson.Kayaks rest in their steel racks behind the mesh, the late sun slipping through to find them.
Two runners take the boardwalk through the ferns at full stride.Three hikers stand on the ledge as the sun drops toward the river, the bridge a thin line of light below.
Life vests on, the group listens before putting in, a rainbow of kayaks waiting on the grass.
Two kayakers paddle out into the evening glow, the mountain shouldering up on the right.Volunteers in matching blue shirts empty their buckets into a barrel during the cleanup.
A boy pops a wheelie across the basketball court while his friends shoot around.
A paddleboarder finds her balance on the open water, green hills on every side.Eyes closed, legs crossed, she meditates on the rock while the Hudson winds away below her.
A boy shoots out of the tube slide while his friend races around for another turn.
From the bow of a kayak, the group paddles up the marsh under summer clouds.Two paddlers find their rhythm on the river as evening settles over the hills.
A pair of hikers and their chocolate lab stop on the rocks, one of them pointing across the river.
Backpacks climb through stacked slate and blazing autumn leaves, and the one out front throws his arms up at the top.Late light lies across the meadow, the grasses turning copper at the tree line.
Arms flung open to the sunset, she has the whole valley to herself for a moment.
Goldenrod blazes in the foreground as the forest beyond begins to turn.Visitors gather on the boardwalk beneath a steel outline of the boring mill's back shot wheel.
Two toddlers take the wheel of an old red tractor, neither one ready to give it up.
A small boy grips the pole and grins, not about to let go.A mountain biker picks a line down the rocky trail, roots and stones every foot of the way.
Kids crowd around the Scenic Hudson table, bent over the papers.
Three boys duck into a bark-covered shelter in the woods, the smallest keeping watch outside.Two boys hang off the playground climber, the late sun pouring through the bars.
The playground train fills up fast, the river glittering just beyond the grass.
A plaque names the West Point Foundry a historic engineering landmark, its brick building and cupola standing behind.A girl with beaded braids reads right there at the Little Free Library, too curious to carry the book home first.
A guide holds up an old photograph so the group can see what once stood among these trees.
A toddler peers out from the end of the tunnel, deciding which way to go next.A hiker rests on a throne of stacked slate, the maples burning red around her.
A red truss bridge spans the river between fields and forest, the hills rolling away to the horizon.
From above, a scatter of kayaks gathers where the railroad crosses the marsh.A boy scrambles up the rock wall on hands and knees.
