The tree's roots had been damaged by salt water when the neighborhood flooded during hurricane Sandy and they were worried about it eventually falling over and hurting someone.
By the time we got back from the store, my timber-farmer neighbor had come by with his tractor and dragged the fallen tree off of my road. Thanks, Tom!
My truck was loaded with stuff I was bringing to the cabin. I made it almost to the top of my private mountain road only to find it blocked by a fallen tree!
By Tuesday, all the snow had melted and I took Maddy for a nice long walk over to East River Park. All of the trees were ringed with wonderfully-fragrant Christmas tree mulch!
On Wednesday, I was walking Maddy in East River Park again and she was being extra feisty with the squirrels so I decided to let her off the leash for a second.
"The best-known is "The Crystal Maiden", the skeleton of a teenage girl, possibly a sacrifice victim, whose bones have been calcified to a sparkling, crystallized appearance." You were allowed to bring cameras into here and photograph everything "In late May 2012, a tourist accidentally dropped a camera and fractured a human skull estimated to be over one thousand years old. As a result, all cameras without a permit are banned from the cave"
So, because of that person, all you get to see are pictures of the teak tree farm we had to drive through...
Locally, this tree is called a "gringo tree" because the tree's peeling bark looks like the sunburnt skin of all the white tourists. Haha. (This is all info I learned from X on my Monkey River tour!)
The weird, shiny orange tree on the right is called a gumbo limbo tree and contains the antidote to the also-local terrible poison-ivy- x-100 that you get from coming into contact Black Poisonwood tree.
It's almost easy to miss them, but if you look at the underside of the tree you see a row of bats sleeping in a vertical line! Look at the crazy "face" pattern on their backs to keep predators away! It looks like a tiny, scotty-dog face!
On Monday morning we woke up to discover that a storm had blown a branch off of the willow tree across the street and covered a few of the cars parked underneath.
On Sunday evening, I took Maddy for a walk to Tompkins and noticed that the main tree inside the ring had a branch broken while we were away in Cleveland
The farm was difficult to spot from the road, so Karen had volunteered to stand out in field in her florescent-green shirt and act as a human landmark for us.
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