Isaac is greeted by two of his sisters early Easter morning.
Caleb jumps off the Treman gristmill porch into Isaac's arms.
The family along the path to the gorges.
Mom is helped down the steps by Dad. The steps were steep.
Looking over the gorge.
Enclosed by the depression-era stonemasonry.
Tremendous.
Our Easter morning dawned with a sunrise car trip to Ithaca. We attended Isaac's church and enjoyed a majestic rendition of Handel's Hallelujah Chorus. After church we went on a hike and witnessed Ithaca's splendid gorges. Most of the above pictures were taken at Robert H. Treman State Park. Treman State Park is a marvel by way of nature and craftsmanship. During the Great Depression, a group of hard working artists built beautiful stone stairs to facilitate the walk and beauty of several of the waterfalls along the trail.
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