Deep rural living. I wonder what’s its like living in such a place, high on the ridge so far away from the city. How people make a living in such remote but prestine country. And I’m but a little bit jealous of a dream I can’t have. But I’m reminded it’s still New York State and not the land of milk and honey. With the gun and fire restrictions but at least we have legal pot. But does anybody care in such remote country.

Watching as a hawk flies overhead. Studying the green of the remote hills. I’m reminded of the time I got my truck stuck in a mud wallow up on Dutton Ridge. That was quite a time even if was some fifteen or twenty years ago when I used to explore a lot more. Now I drive less, spend more time sitting and just observing the lands from a high ridge. Listening to Cream.