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A View from the Indian

In the Wissahickon Gorge, on a small trail along the northeast ridge of the park, there sits an Indian.

Erected in 1902 by financier and philanthropist Charles W. Henry, the Indian has been guarding the gorge for more than a century.  He is the keeper of the trails, the protector of the park.

Every time we pass by him, on bike or on foot, we pause respectfully before continuing on our way.  “You have to touch the Indian,” Bruce told us when we began training with GOALS.

Last Saturday night, after a full day at the Baltimore Aquarium and an evening at the climbing gym, Brent and I decided that we wanted to go visit the Indian.  We pulled on our trail shoes, strapped on our packs, and just before 10:00 pm, we set off with the dogs for a brisk hike.  For the next two hours we traversed the rolling hills of Wissahickon, breathing in the cold night air and marveling at the stillness of the park.

We paused only once during our 2+ hour adventure – to touch the Indian.

(I love being married to a good photographer)

This past Friday night, we returned to the park again, this time with friends in tow.

In some ways ways, the evening couldn’t have been more different from the week before.

The 70-degree day had turned most of the snow to mud, and the air was downright balmy as the nine of us wandered the trails.  We left the dogs at home after learning that the city was “culling the park’s deer population” this month, but our noisy chatter and bright headlamps kept the stray bows and arrows at bay.

Still, one thing remained the same – when we passed by his perch, Bruce led us all down the path.

“Don’t forget to touch the Indian.”

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9 responses to “A View from the Indian

  1. kari w/ Jogging with Fiction February 20, 2011 at 6:10 pm

    I seriously envy how active you guys are together. Mike and I run like crazy, but you will not catch us out on the trails until the snow melts. You guys are awesome!

    How did your crew like the banana bread? I just made another loaf because Mike was jealous I sent the last one to you 🙂

  2. Christina February 20, 2011 at 7:50 pm

    That is so cool and the picture is awesome. Are those TV towers on the left, over the hill? Night hiking is a lot of fun and so different from day time hiking.

  3. Kim (Book Worm Runs) February 21, 2011 at 7:27 am

    Beautiful picture!! 🙂 I have never been hiking at night…I bet it is amazing!

  4. denise February 21, 2011 at 7:57 am

    geesh, the indian brings back memories. that’s where we used to go in highschool to drink!

  5. Mallory February 22, 2011 at 9:21 am

    Such a cool story! I love the picture!

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