Ever since I was a kid, I've loved Kelly Hollow. It's a little 3.8-mile loop near Margaretville, NY, in the midst of a very large stretch of state-owned land. It has many specialties. Rare plants. Charismatic megafauna. Traces of agriculture, and habitation. But mostly, the place just knows beauty.
Yesterday, we spent the better part of an hour roaming around this old foundation, asking questions to each other and turning up chards of old pottery on the slope below.
Old foundations raise the most irresistible kinds of questions. Who, and when? Was this the door, do you think?
Patrick spotted these lovelies in the ferns. Doll's eye, otherwise known as white baneberry. The name fits, don't you think?
We love this place.
Ever since I was a kid, I've loved Kelly Hollow. It's a little 3.8-mile loop near Margaretville, NY, in the midst of a very large stretch of state-owned land. It has many specialties. Rare plants. Charismatic megafauna. Traces of agriculture, and habitation. But mostly, the place just knows beauty.
Yesterday, we spent the better part of an hour roaming around this old foundation, asking questions to each other and turning up chards of old pottery on the slope below. 
Old foundations raise the most irresistible kinds of questions. Who, and when? Was this the door, do you think? 
Patrick spotted these lovelies in the ferns. Doll's eye, otherwise known as white baneberry. The name fits, don't you think?
We love this place.
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