You may recall from my last post that the dogs and I were traveling up through the high peaks region of the Adirondacks to visit the farm. It was a cold, snowy, windy day but I thought we'd manage just fine. Indeed, when we got into the Adirondack Park, the snowfall ended and I thought we'd have good weather. So I was enjoying the drive and snapping pictures. In the Keene Valley, I spotted this cabin in the woods which seemed to me a very welcoming place:
I turned up a side road just to see the scenery and passed this brown chapel:
Marcy Field, right alongside Route 73, is an airfield in better weather. Or perhaps it used to be an airfield but is no longer(?) Every time I passed it on a Sunday this summer and fall, it was full of tents and vendors, all part of a very large farmer's market. Well, I can tell you that in this open space, the wind really howls. And yet I stopped to take a picture of the mountains:
This picture also was taken from Marcy Field, but looking in a different direction, back toward the mountains through we'd just driven. An old plow (I think) was rusting in the field and the mountaintops looked plenty stormy and cold. And yet, judging by the parked cars, there were brave people snowshoeing up in "them thar hills:"
The Keane Valley is a rare flat spot right smack in the middle of some of the Adirondacks' highest peaks. There's still evidence of its former days as farm country, including this beautifully preserved old barn:
And this very large and elaborate barn:
This very expensive looking house sure has some nice views. Well, we were only halfway through our journey. I'll post more photos in days to come: