National Geographic : 1962 Mar
bump of our paddles against the gunwale. Reluctantly, we broke the spell to move still deeper into the mountains. If the high est body of water feeding a river shall be considered its true head, then the Hudson's is Lake Tear of the Clouds (page 403). This remote tarn lies cradled 4,322 feet up in the crater of a triangle formed by Mounts Marcy and Skylight and Gray Peak. Mount Marcy, dean of the High Peaks, towers 5,344 feet-highest in the State. Water Journey Ends on Opalescent River From tiny Lake Tear flows Feldspar Brook, which tumbles into the Opalescent River; this, in turn, joins the Hudson. We paddled up the Opalescent until our keel and the riverbed met. Through the glass like water, the bottom seemed set with jewels 400 - hornblende, mica, and feldspar sparkling in the sun. But this glittering road has to be abandoned for a brown woodland trail punc tuated by lean-tos, if you would reach Tear of the Clouds. And after you get there, it is a pond like a hundred others. To appreciate its wild setting among the peaks, one must look at it from above. Re turning to Albany, we made a flight to the peaks and back in an amphibious Otter, by courtesy of the State Conservation Depart ment. Pilot Roy Curtis faithfully followed every bend of the Hudson, giving us a new perspective on its character and beauty. Above the town of Luzerne the river alters dramatically. No longer tranquil and slow, it falls steeply, swiftly, swirling around great boulders, twisting through a gorge between steadily rising mountains.