Footsteps of deer, raccoon, or occasionally a black bear are not uncommon when the sun sets here. The emerald ash borers left ash trees dead looming over their sick and fallen siblings. Massive northeastern white pines breach the canopy sporadically on the mountains.
Spring comes late, summer is narrow, leaves shower early, and winter is quiet, cold, and hollow. A black bear camouflaged by the night is a wonder past the flicker of the campfire’s light. A piece of solitude is what this is most. A 2 hour drive from NYC, Philadelphia, and Atlantic coast.