Discovering Tiny Skerry, New York - Part 3

I was taking a driving tour of the very rural, tiny, Skerry New York and had the dogs with me in the car. It was a lovely autumn day for sightseeing:

This home had the steel roofing which is so popular up here in big snow country:

And there were placid cattle, chewing their cuds. These Black Angus were the biggest Angus I've ever seen, perhaps half Holstein:

I passed by picturesque farm houses:

And woodsy homes. The forest was everywhere:

And then I found the Skerry Cemetery and turned onto the lane that would take me to see it:

Clearly, this was an old cemetery and it reminded me that the area was once more populated than it is now:

I left the dogs in the car and got out to take a closer look at some of the headstones:

Orange lichens covered many of the oldest headstones. This one read: Elliott: Mother Addie L, 1863-1927 and her dau. Addie May Reynolds, 1890-1929. Her infant dau, 1929:

 All I could read beneath the orange lichens on this one was Edna, died 1886:

 Gilman Livingston, died Dec. 12, 1884, age 74 y'rs:

 Walter W. Tarbell, died June 1, 1885, age 32y'rs. A logging or farming accident, perhaps?:

I was high up on a hill, overlooking my parked car with the dogs' faces in the windows, watching my every move. But our driving tour was over, so I pocketed my camera and headed down the hill to begin the drive home: