Along the yellow trail ridge, the clouds were hanging above the Skaneateles lake valley.
Morbid, I know, but I wonder how much of this Wilcox is contained in the tree - and how big this tree was 150 years ago
The Wilcox family cemetery - the headstones I could read dated to the 1860s.
It might be muddy when the mud is caked to your seat...
The sticker on the back of the car sums it up - even if I was breaking trail etiquette. Every now and again, you just gotta do it.
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