The original Leitz Marchioni Tripod is good for long hiking. Not excessively heavy and steady good on a Baby Linhof. I put a cloth "hippy strap" on mine and you can really go places with it suspended from your shoulder.
Devil Dan,
I found one of these on Broadway very near the Leica Gallery, just before they closed down. Because I was living in my 650 square foot luxury Madhattan apartment and my studio (the bedroom) was half fashion influencer closet booby-trapped with woman's clothes, shoes, and bags, my printing studio, and all my camera gear, I gave the tripod to Sam as a prize in one of the NYC Camera Beauty Contests. Oh-well.
In today's 2 1/2 hour run-hike-jog I somehow got on a trail that lead to Mount Spitzenberg (elevation 540 feet). Not sure how close I was to the summit. The thing with Blue Mountain is that the trails are not so well marked and pretty much it is wilderness. Every spring a bear is sighted in my neighborhood, and there is a Bobcat feeding on deer in my hood. "Maggie saw the Bobcat in our back-backyard.
I broke off before I got too deep into trouble. Walking around in pretty much wilderness alone in the winter is kinda dumb if anything bad happens. I was on an approach yet already I could see the Majestic Hudson River. This trail skirts a shooting range and I could hear gunshots.
I ended up walking "Lower Stinger" and somehow lost the trail partially on "Middle Stringer" Never found the trailhead for "Debacle."
So on one trail map, they call what is labeled "Rocky Glen" a different name. I found out that a "Glen" is a narrow valley. So I think Rocky Glen is what connects to My Favorite Trail.
So I spent 2 1/2 hours in the woods and did not come upon or see another person. Pretty much I was alone in my 1500 acre backyard.
I have to investigate the Washington Street Trail The rest of "Sitting Duck" and complete fully the Spitzenberg Climb. I'm pretty sure I was on the summit (accidentally) because I was looking down on everything. The trail headed downward steeply is a series of long twisty switchbacks. that had banked turns. Looked to be a good downhill course for a full-suspension mountain bike. From the summit, the trail leads eventually to a street and a parking lot for the shooting range. It seems the shooting range is positioned in between two mountains. Blue Mountian is the taller peak with an elevation of 680 feet.
Tomorrow I will take a day off. My legs are kinda shot. Adventure and exploration are tiring. The hard-pack has turned into ice in a lot of places. Running and jogging took a lot of agility to prevent slipping.
All this exploration and I only know the western side of the park. How cool is it to be in a suburb, yet so close to wilderness that I can call it my backyard? The streets are a maze of short dead ends so this wilderness is about two city blocks away. Most of the park is undeveloped, and I hope it stays that way.
Blood pressure was 107/67 this morning. My bout of hypertension over 150-180 was due to a salt binge of eating Pizza, cold cuts, and prepared Italian food during the wake and funeral of Maggie's mom. Glad I caught the "Silent Killer."
Cal