Petersburg

I ended up deciding to drive out to Massachusetts this afternoon and do a short jot along the Taconic Crest Trail. I haven’t been out this way in years.

There are some nice homesteads out this way as you head out of Petersburg this way. Ramshackle but beautiful in that way. They’re real, not prentious. Blood, mud and manure. Wood smoke and diesel.

Some day I’ll have land like that, when, I do not know, but I can’t imagine living the suburbanites way of living. Obviously in a state with a lot more freedom then New York. Beautiful country but these mountain people are getting screwed at both ends.