Ramapo Mountain State Forest

Ramapo Mountain State Forest is a 4,200 acre (17 km²) state forest in Bergen and Passaic Counties in New Jersey. The park is operated and maintained by the New Jersey Division of Parks and Forestry.

The park offers hiking, hunting, canoeing, fishing (including ice fishing), cross-country skiing, horseback riding and mountain biking. Several trails lead to views of the New York City skyline. The 1,417 acre (5.7 km²) Ramapo Lake Natural Area within the park has several trails to excellent views from rock outcroppings and ledges. A 120-acre (0.5 km2) mountain lake provides fishing and birdwatching (but no swimming).

The forest borders the Ramapo Mountain Reservation, a part of the Bergen County park system, and is part of a trail system which runs along the ridge of the Ramapo Mountains north to Mahwah, New Jersey.

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