This was going to be a longer, 3-day trip, camping in Harriman and Fahnestock on consecutive nights. Kicked off the Old Put trail in Van Cortlandt, I tried to avoid the super steep ridge to get back on in Yonkers; ended up having to carry the bike down six flights of stairs.
I didn't weigh this one, but have gone with loads up to like 90lbs before; this was heavier due to a lot of beer and food. My initial idea was to go completely unsupported for 3 days.
Finding myself fucking exhausted before the climb into Harriman, I sought other camping alternatives. Found a lovely spot right on the Hudson, stealth camped.
Woke to a peculiar Sun and decided to call it a trip and just head home. I don't really believe in Type II fun, but this was as close to it as I've come. Practically nothing went as planned, but everything turned out fine.