Rennselaerville

Driving and riding these rural roads is really hard to describe how it makes me feel. At one level it’s home, the place of my childhood and growing up. The days exploring in that old Plymouth Sundance my parents gave me at High School Graduation. At the same time, things have changed as I have I, and it lacks some of the charm that it once had in my younger years.

I watch as more and more of the area, bit by bit gets developed. Just another house, another homestead on a hill or in a former farm field. Sometimes land once abandoned goes back into production, a brushed up field gets cows again but that’s rarely the case. Sometimes forgotten houses are restored. Other times they’re developed.

Time marches on so quickly but the mountains don’t change.