Up past the old lime kiln built into the side of a hill we take a hard right at a clearing lined by brittle apple trees still willing to bear fruit. I snap sticks beneath my feetand steal pictures of the view while you reach for something sweet, as much as it bowsto you. Kristen Henderson
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The old lime kiln built into the side of a hill is an iconic image of the famous Hudson Valley. The old lime kiln sat on the side of a hill with its upper section composed of an old stone chimney. The chimney was build into the side of the hill and provided a perfect place for one to make use of wood. The area around the chimney was ideal for using wood to build something, which has made it quite popular among photographers.

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