“Snapshot Saturday”
A windstorm ripped the east fork from an old red oak. At a distance, the tree’s exposed heartwood glowed yellow in autumn’s soft afternoon light. As so often happens, the “Yellow Tree” became a landmark for a post hunter’s wilderness sojourns. Old Northwest Territory, overlooking the River Raisin’s bottom lands in the Year of our Lord, 1798.
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