I was on County Route 50 in the town of Brasher, New York (see also Part 1, posted yesterday). It was paved but only one lane wide. It sure was scenic:
There were hay fields galore, separated by rows of trees and patches of woods:
And wetlands and forest. In fact, much of the road took us through the Brasher State Forest:
There were emerald fields behind old fences, with puffy clouds in the blue, afternoon sky:
And lovely old farmsteads:
I had Seamus with me, so we pulled into Brasher State Forest to stretch our legs:
An old cemetery with many more gravestones than I would think possible for such a sparsely populated area. There must have been more people living here at one time:
Black-Eyed Susans bloomed along barbed wire fences:
A split rail fence and laundry, waving gently on a clothesline:
We passed a trail head which had a sign proclaiming it to be the "Burns Trail." We didn't stop this time, though:
We were almost into the hamlet of Brasher Falls when I snapped a photo of this beautiful farm. It was time to get home by then, so I put my camera away and concentrated on where I was going:
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