chestnut ridge

there's a park a few miles from buffalo, 'chestnut ridge' park. Its like 1200 acres of wilderness with a bunch of run-down picnicking areas with a few roads winding around the park. And its a very creepy place to be, it just has a strange feeling to it. A feeling, I guess i would say, of times gone by, of other places and other times. I think it used to be inhabited by people, but now its just a lonely place. We were walking on a random hiking/skiing/horsebackriding trail, and we passed what I think was an old foundation, and a little bit further we passed an old chimney. I went down to check it out, there was scads of old broken glass bottles strewn about on one side of the chimney, the chimney had a date on it, like '1936' or something. It was hard to tell, part of the date was broken off. Oh yeah, all the picnicking shelters are built with the chestnut trees killed by the plague that swept through north america in the early 20th century, that might be part of the creepy part too. anyways, we'll keep on going there, I just wanted to share the creepiness. Its not just being alone in the woods thats creepy, we were at letchworth yesterday and i didnt get that same feeling at all. Letchworth is pure serenity, minus all the little teenagers who like to randomly stand around on bridges and be lame...oh well. In other news, I'm jealous of all my fellow mainers who are enjoying the summer up there. I'm jonesing for a maine summer real bad. Next year, fo' sho