Didn't camp at Foxlair house site, but I did hike over there and peer into the valley over the East Branch Sacanadaga River. While not a super nice day, not too much rain and at times it wasn't as dreary as this photo would suggest.

Friday night, when I got up there I really wanted to have a big fire. And indeed I did, between the scrap wood pile that was at the campsite and the big bag of burnables I brought from home.

This is where Old NY 8 ran a long time ago, probably around the time the old tannery was located down here.

While the automobile is long gone from this routing of Route 8, this wild turkey was strutting his way down the road. Didn't get a real good look at the turkey to see if it had a beard to determine if it was a tom or hen.