
When I passed tiny Reichard Road in the town of Poestenkill, I was reminded of a friend who lived at the end of that road many years ago. It was very isolated and remote back then. His uncle owned a dairy farm on that road and I wondered how the passing years had changed things, so I turned up it. There were new suburban type houses, but also some of the old farm houses:

My friend's uncle's farm was still there, though there were no longer any cattle. His barn was a beauty:

The road winds slowly uphill, providing nice views of the surrounding countryside and big skies:

I drove up to the end of the road, almost to the house of my friend's parents. Then I turned back and headed downhill back toward the highway. The uncle's farm lay directly ahead:

I found this old barn especially remarkable with its Socony (which later became the Mobil Oil Co.) sign and Sinclair Dino gasoline pump:

And farther on down the road were these crumbling old sheds. When I passed by them again later on in the day, young Holsteins were grazing there:

The skies were darkening ominously as I passed this beautiful old barn and cattle:

But up ahead, the Grafton Mountains still looked to have a bit of sun and a bit of autumn color:

Whenever I stopped to snap a photo, all the dogs watched me with keen interest. This time you can see Fergus' white head and black eyes just peeking over the top of the back door. But I guess Daphne had decided to snooze:

Heading due east on Route 2, I began to see familiar things which brought back memories from when I lived and worked out that way. The White Lily Lodge's sign is now so faded that it's difficult to read. This was turning into a pleasant Sunday excursion and I took many more pictures, some of which I'll post tomorrow:

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