Dutton Ridge

I often find myself sitting quietly on the stone wall at the backside of Rennselaerville State Forest overlooking Dutton Ridge and the hollow where Hauverville sits. It’s just a rural hillside with a luxury house built into the hillside and then a rural road with some houses, some trails, I think a horse farm but I don’t know it was decades ago now when I got my truck stuck up at Dutton Ridge State Forest.

The luxury house does nothing for me, I’m sure the horse farm is fine. But I do dream some day of living deep rural, in an off grid homestead with livestock. Not in New York. I was reminded about the stupidity the other day buying ammo and my views on burn barrels are well known. It was better back in the day. But there are many rural places that are not New York.

Beautiful autumn afternoons with the relatively low sun angle light my imagination even further. Something about how the low sun angle illuminates the hollow, but truth is both for solar and growing crops I’d much rather have the sun. There is something fun and special about the small towns – I’d never want to live there in favor of hills – but they’re a good place to do business.