David took to me to one of his favorite snowshoeing spots this afternoon and we had some deep snow to trudge through. A good workout and we laid down a good starting trail for the winter months, as long as the snow doesn't come in too big layers we can use the path we've cut. Again I am so impressed by the solitude and stillness of the forest.
There is an old cemetery a ways back from the road, and it has only two stones one of which is the monumental one in the photograph above. The site is surrounded by stone piers with steel bars forming the enclosure, and the trees must be more than 60-70 years old that have grown up in it. There is obvious neglect there and that tells a story (or perhaps many possible stories) in itself, doesn't it?