Last year at this time we took my pops ashes up to a spot in north Jersey where we always went deer hunting.

He had said he wanted to be spread under his favorite tree.

I didn't take a pic of the tree then but I did yesterday when we went back up for a day of hunting.

The picture doesn't really show how big this tree is. Where the tree starts to split in this picture is well over my head. It's actually 7 big pines that have been growing together for as long as any of us can remember. And each one of them is at least fifteen inches around. The tree stands close to a hundred feet tall.

It's a beautiful spot on state owned land. I hope they never do anything stupid and decide to build condos or a mall or something there. It should be pretty safe though, it's well off the beaten path.

It's a nice place to visit. I sat under that tree yesterday afternoon and had a nice quiet talk with my pop. I let him know how much I missed him and how nice it was to visit with him. I'm sure he knows though, I tell him every day.

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