Lots of the same-old-same-old, but some new stuff too.
A new pedestrian bridge has been installed over the Inlet/ Flood Control Channel. It's a vital link to being able to get around town without a car or sharing the road with careless drivers.
Collegetown keeps getting more metropolitan. These apartments weren't built fast enough to save the Starbucks at the top of the hill. Maybe they'll open a new one in one of these buildings, or any of the other three or four this size they'll be building soon.
Then there's the building replacing the Chapter House. The apartments upstairs are filled, but the first floor that used to be a favorite bar got this far and hasn't changed a bit in at least three years, maybe longer.
Roxy hasn't cracked up yet, but an aggressive neighbor's dog is pushing her there.
Cold water season is underway.
The swimming area at Treman was officially closed when Gail and I went.
We went there to avoid leaf blowers in the neighborhood. We ran into this guy twice.
The trails would disappear if they weren't cleared. I just hope the state is replacing the gas-powered models with electric.
Lucifer Falls.
I took Siyu for a walk down Cascadilla. She works in a restaurant perched above it but had never walked down.
The leaves have mostly fallen in the gorge to open up the view of four of the major falls.
Another abandoned campsite that won't get washed into the Six Mile Creek in a flood. There were two large tarps I hoped wouldn't end up frayed into individual plastic strands, but someone living just upstream pulled them out of the pile to add to his shelter.
Carl is still dead, but people like to wish him a happy birthday by leaving gifts, rocks and notes.
We're losing hemlock trees at an alarming rate.
Oaks are doing well, and these two have been bustling in a hedgerow for close to 200 years. A new ski trail goes down the center of a dozen of them. In fact there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run, they go to the same place.
And then there are the ash trees. At least this time of year, as long as they are still upright, you can't necessarily tell which are living or dead. This one has been a favorite for many years.
Took a day trip with Connie and Andy to Steege Hill Preserve in Big Flats. It isn't really that interesting as it was heavily logged in the 70's and is pretty close to Interstate 86 so the highway noise is prevalent, but has some charms. I liked this burl at the base of an ash tree. I don't recall seeing one quite like this before.
The Chemung River on its way to Corning.