“Wood Creek, hemmed in by dense overgrowth, still shouts of ambush on a dark afternoon. Indeed, several times in the conflicts of the eighteenth century the creek ran red with blood as contending forces fought for its banks and fortifications.”
--Richard Berleth

Sometimes it’s hard to defend the desirability of living in central New York, especially during a winter thaw or in early spring when gray skies hang low, snow is reduced to a brown-scabbed crust, and barren tree limbs offer nothing to soften the bleak monotone. These are the times we see through to the bones […]