The few from the dock on the waterfront in Cold Spring. This view was about 100 feet from my front door. One year there was fire along the top of old Storm King Mountain and at night you could see the red glow along the fire line. People I knew from Cold Spring and Beacon and Garrison had volunteered to truck out there in the middle of the night to cut gulleys to stop the advance before it blocked off Route 9W, I think it was that goes across the face of the mountain. By the next summer you couldn’t even tell it ever happened.