I went for a walk . . .

. . . actually a seven-mile hike through Palisades Interstate Park today. An agreeable companion and I walked the narrow trails, stone steps and few paved sections, stopping at several lookouts to take in the panoramic vistas. These were of jagged cliffs; dense strips of forest; the New York skyline; the immense, looming George Washington Bridge; and the Hudson River's wide, green expanse, wrinkled by the wind. We topped it off by walking out onto the bridge and looking down at the water, far below, which gave me momentary vertigo.