"There are wild flowers," I said, "but they, won't hurt anybody."
"How about poison ivy?" Westy Martin said.
All the while as we hiked along the road toward Saugerties, we kept joking
about the wild animals in the Catskills. Harry Donnelle said there used to
be lots of wild cats and foxes, but not any more. He said there were some
foxes, though.
Westy said, "I bet there are some bears; once Uncle Jeb saw a bear; he
said there weren't any foxes any more."
"I guess there are some gray ones and maybe a few silver," Harry Donnelle
said.
"Silver?" I shouted. "Oh boy!" Then I asked him what they fed on mostly.
"Mostly on ice cream sodas," he said; "they're very dangerous after a half
dozen raspberry; sodas."
We didn't go near Saugerties, because we wanted to keep in the country, so
we hit down southwest along the road that goes to Woodstock. Then we were
going to hike it south past West Hurley so we'd bunk our noses right into
the Ashokan Reservoir. And the next day we were going to spend trying to
keep out of Kingston.
When it got to be about five o'clock in the afternoon, we hit in from the
road to find a good place to camp.
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