There was plenty of open space, spectacularly well kept stone barns and even the occasional hay bundle.
The bridge.
M. says that this little sign is an attempt to keep rapskallion (how do you spell that word?) teenagers from using the area underneath the bridge for nefarious purposes (re: sex, drugs and apathy).
We took a small detour on the way back and walked on a path that, if I remember M.'s words correctly, had once been a rail road track.
Or perhaps it used to be the ocean?
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Awesome. I love the rock. There are spiny outcroppings pitted like this in the hillside behind cousin Renny's, sort of along the way to Dry Cave. Looks exactly like hte ocean floor. So cool. One autumn day hiking there I sort of expected a prehistoric fish thing to wander by, out of water of course.
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