I remember coming to this place since childhood--which is not to say that I've lived my whole life in this area. I'm actually a returned native who's lived in New York, Ohio, Oklahoma, and five years in the obscure West African nation of Cameroon. While McConnell's Mill is unchanging, I don't think I've ever seen it in the snow.
While it is picturesque, the sense of wilderness here is a bit misleading. The park is actually long and narrow with farm land and industrial sites just through the trees. That's why I don't come here much anymore: it's not wild enough. Ah, but this lovely winter is beginning to wind down, and who knows when we'll get another one quite so perfect?
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