A former boss once said there's not a road in York County that his photographers haven't driven. We generally took great delight in proving him right by knowing small country roads, little known place names or intersections. We often cruised the county, looking for the unknown old school, cemetery, dirt road or path.
On Saturday, I was on an old logging road owned by a private club that paralleled a small trout stream. Hadn't been on this one, because it was protected by a locked gate, but it's one that I'll travel again with permission from a member. It was much like another favorite area of mine, Lock 12.
While there, we met an old friend's family, and it looked somewhat like an old photo of Grandma and Grandpa, Mom, Dad and the kids trying to land the Big One, complete with a log cabin in the background.
Beautiful.
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