Some of my best memories to date have been here at Perkins Memorial Drive. My grandfather first took me here at age 5 (maybe 6). I remember it was a fall day and my grandfather picked me up in my uncles convertible. Top down, we drove up 9, across the Bear Mountain Bridge, and up the windy road to Perkins Memorial Tower. There he pointed towards Manhattan, where we could make out the city skyline, and told me how he had worked as a painter on the Bear Mountain Bridge. He brought me to the top of the tower and lifted me up to show me that you can see four states. NJ, CT, PA & NY (of course ).
In recent years it has been a place to come and gather my thoughts, relax, and to show family & friends all it offers.
It never disappoints.