New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-08-27
1873 Miles Through Country
of Exceptional Beauty
and Interest.
The Performance of the Car, the Trip and the All
Round Good Time Made the Day One Never To
Be Forgotten-GloriOus Country.
By NJ. L. ELSASSER.

EOlaS ana VeranOdS, Ine DulCH IOolI,
with its quaint decorations, and the
pool. Then we took the car again,
for we wanted to see the beauty
spots Immediately near; to see the
huge vegetable gardens that we had
been told about; to inspect the green
houses, the old-fashioned flower gar
dens and the splendid golf links
near by.
BY this time lunch was served. SO
we went back to the Lodge. But, de-
lghtful as our rest was, we were
anxious to get back on the road. At
2:30, then, we started out again. We
had decided to go up to Lake Maho-
pac. The beauty of the ride and the
all around pleasure of it are never to
be forgotten.
At once we were on good roads.
Every one, even the car, felt the joy
of the open. And the roads led from
one scene Of simply exquisite beauty
to another. First we passed Echo
Lake. We had been going through
wooded hills, the road making one
sharp curve after another. But there
were not many out on the road, so we
were making good time. A sudden
curve, and we had almost passed this
wonder spot without seeing it. A
tiny lake, almost hidden by trees that
overhung its shores, its waters were
not ruffled by even a stray breeze.
Two little lone islands stood sentinel
at the far end. 1t is spot you 10
rot want to leave.
Seventy Miles an Hour and Lost Hat.
Just after passing the lake the
driver speeded up a bit, and the
speedometsr was just showing sew
enty miles, when zipl and off blew his
hat. We thought he would slow
down and go back to pick it up, as
it was a perfectly good looking straw
hat. Instead, without even a hesita-
ton or flicker of an eyelash, he |
fshed a black and white check cap I
from his pocket and pulled it on his
head, muttering, Never go back for
a hat" We wondered if he would |
have gone home bareheaded if his /
cap had blown off, too. Even
when we were going seventy miles
an hour through the hilly country |
there was no feeling of uneasiness: /
there was just the sensation of pleas /
ant speed and confidence in the de-
Probability of the car.
Soon we came to Croton Lake, and |
our road lay on the east shore. The
breeze from off the water was deli
ciously cool. And the beauty of the
place-well, you just have to 20
there yourself to appreciate it. Sud-
denly the road turned into a little
canyon leading to Yorktown Heights. F.
Here the walls were so steep
and the trees so thick that not
even a ray of sun penetrated 20
the bottom of the ravine. You can
imagine how cool it was. Then the
road began to climb till it was run
ming right along the sides of the
hills, with the open, beautiful val
leys below. Past Amawalk station
and the Muscoot reservoir we sped
along. Now the road led through
fragrant apple orchards that hung
thick with tempting fruit. On
through Baldwin Place and the
shady, winding roads bordered with
tall, leafy trees until we suddenly
dropped into valley, with other hills
and miniature valleys spreading be-
fore.
At Lake Mahopac.
A sudden turn in the road, and
Mahopac was revealed before us.
This is another exquisite spot-a
clear, limpid body of water cut By
long, jagged points of land, with an
occasional green island. 1t is one
of those spots that fairly inspire
you. It's beauty just seemed to come
as a climax to our happy day.
But beautiful as it was, we could
not linger long. So after inquiring
for good roads we started back tow
ard Croton Falls. We all wondered.
if these were good roads, what bad
roads would be. But the country
was beautiful and the car easy rid
ing, so we did not mind. In fact,
the sun had made us so drowsy that
two of us in the back seat had
little nap, rough roads or no. Back
through Croton Falls, Golden's