Now a small part of the Appalachian chain, the Catskills Mountains once were giant kings. The Appalachian Mountains were as jagged and grand as the Rocky Mountains or the Alps. They soared above what would become the North American continent. Across an enormous span of time constant erosion has dulled their sharp ridges. Wind, rain, glacial advance-and-retreat, have filed the rough crags and smoothed their peaks like hands over wet clay. Today’s mountains are not the dramatic summits found in the West, but are the rolling barrow mounds of royalty. The glaciers have melted away, leaving rushing creeks shouldered by dense forest and fertile farmland in their wake.
A Trip Up the Schoharie Valley
"Don't Trash the Catskills"-- I've seen them; now I feel as though I have finally met them.