After this long, drawn-out Winter, it is finally time to see things greening up, blooming. Daffodils and Forsythias blooming around the old homestead ruins throughout the park, randomly occurring here and there.
I personally cannot remember being at the Woodstock Inn when the horses outnumbered the motorcycles. We got there late enough, but the place was bumping.
We occasionally travel past this house located deep in the park. The outbuildings are mostly in ruins, but the house is in excellent shape and rented. Typical stone work construction from early 1800s.
As we continued on through the meadows down to the rail tracks, KC alerted me to a wild turkey coming out of the boggy 'turtle pond.'
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