In my old hometown of Olean, NY, there is a small tourist attraction called “Rock City”. It’s a park at the top of one of the highest hills south of the city, where a region of gigantic rocks sits. I’m not sure how the rocks got there–many think that glaciers pushed or pulled them to the top of the hill, but there are similar (but smaller) areas of gigantic rocks in New York’s Southern Tier that are actually sedimentary remnants of an ancient seabed, believe it or not, so I’m not sure if Olean’s Rock City is one of those as well.
From the Rock City vantage point, the view of the valley below is honestly a stunning one. That part of New York is deeply beautiful to my eyes, particularly when I could go atop one of the hills and look into the distance.
I found this video yesterday of drone footage in, around, and above the Rock City park, and I found myself just a bit homesick for the Southern Tier. A bit, anyway.
(The fact that the Rock City Park entrance is flying a flag for our 45th President goes a long way to explaining why I don’t live down there anymore, if I’m being honest.)