The neighbors mentioned a small town named Skerry, in Franklin County, which I'd never heard of before. So I found it on a map and decided to drive there. It was a lovely autumn day and I was in the mood to get out of the house, so I put the dogs in the car and we all drove about twenty miles southwest:
There were cornfields and forests all along the small, county roads leading to Skerry - but not many homes:
But there were a few homes and farms, some of them quite nice:
This was real country living, a locale which made my own situation look densely populated:
But the air was crisp and clear, the woodlands still retaining a small bit of color, and I was enjoying the ride:
And the dogs too were enjoying their outing. Jack, Daphne and Clover watched out the front window, while Seamus and Fergus watched out the back window:
This looked to me to be someone's summer cottage:
There were forests everywhere. The giant trees were cut down back when the area was raped for minerals and lumber, but it's been staging a comeback ever since:
Most people had very nice homes:
This home, I suspected, was an old farm house:
There were barns and fields, scattered in among the suburban type homes and forests:
This house was very large - perhaps a duplex?:
I continued to enjoy the scenery as I neared the settlement of Skerry, which showed on the map as a tiny cluster of houses. But I'll post about that tomorrow:
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