I promise to return with actual words before the week is up (which means, tonight or tomorrow), but here are some film photos I took a couple of weeks ago on a Sunday hike at the Black Hand Gorge.
Once upon a time there was an actual hand in the sandstone narrows that cut through this area. It was thought that the hand signified that from there til Flint Ridge was a DMZ of sorts. Flint Ridge is where people from many tribes in the area came to get flint for arrow heads and was a safe zone from disputes.
I was really sad to find out there was no more hand. We blasted the hand when we widened the narrows to build the Erie Canal in 1828.
I like this trail. The last time I was there was during Spring and the wildflowers are great!
Posted by: Amanda | October 23, 2009 at 05:18 PM