The day after Thanksgiving was beautiful. I had a plan to find Molly Ockett's gravestone. We headed up the Ellis and made the obligatory stop at the covered bridge. Love it. Love where I grew up.
Found it. Pretty nice to stand there and think of her.
Team Orange. Love that about hunting season. After the graveyard, we headed here, the Cataracts.
Again, love where I am from. So lucky to know the history - to have it as a part of my DNA.
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