When I was young I spent my summers with my Nana in the Pennsylvania Poconos, actually the Mini-sink Hills area.
Nope, it wasn't a resort area, we actually lived there like real people. I often wandered the woods with a year-round resident, Irene who was a truly self-sustaining woman. She even made her own soap, she'd say "stand back now, this is screamin' hot when it's boiling, if it hits you you'll never forget it"!
It was from her that I learned much about the flora and fauna of the area.
I recall her telling me that the Indians called sycamores Ghost Trees and avoided them because they contained the ghosts of the dead. During the winter when all the trees were leafless, they stood out like ghosts among the bare, dark limned trees.
They were also good markers to use as a point of reference when walking in the woods so as not to become lost. Greenhorns truly will walk in circles if they don't know the sun and trees. :) And that's that for now.