In the time it has taken me to post these photos, the leaves have exploded on the trees and thunderstorms have rumbled through the area. The humid air makes running a sticky, sweaty business. Seems like summer is here just in time for Memorial Day.
This was the first time I got to watch spring unfold in central New York. Now that I’ve experienced all four seasons here, I’m starting to truly feel at home. I’m in awe of the hills and the valleys and the natural drama created by glaciers thousands of years ago.
When attempting to get to the parking area for a state forest, we ended up on an unpaved seasonal road that became very steep. A couple walking down the hill informed us that we could only get to the top if we had a jeep with four-wheel drive. To get to the parking area, we would need to drive around to the other side of the hill. Instead, we abandoned my poor Camry where it was and hiked up the hill.
Unfortunately, unlike in Hungary, there was no castle at the top.
A few weeks later, we drove to Pratt’s Falls in southern Onondaga County. We have only begun to explore the parks and hiking trails in the area. I plan on taking advantage of every nice day to get outside.