We made it - we are on top of the bald ridge at the Cathedral of the Pines. I wondered if I would ever get here again. We used to always come every year once or twice on snowmobiles, and once quite a few years back we came on four wheelers, and brought mom and dad (I need to check to see just when that was). This is also where my Grandpa Reed and Dad and all the Uncles used to come deer hunting. You can access if from the Richville Range, or through Hardscrabble. It is actually on property owned by the US Government. I can vaguely remember coming on one of those hunting expeditions when I was a very little girl, probably under 5 years old. I remember piling on big trucks and wagons, and treking out through the hills in back of Grandpa's house, and I remember around the campfire, and smoke blowing in my face, and all the adults laughing. In the very background of this picture, you can see a Morgan City, although with the poor air quality, you can't see it very well in this picture. It's between Zac's and Roger's heads.
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