Rain marked this morning’s dawn, but that didn’t daunt our group of six. We donned overcoats, gloves, hats and waterproof boots knowing that we’d encounter mud along our intended route.
And so we met near the former site of the Methodist church in the northeast corner of Sweden–Sweden, Maine, that is. Our intention was to follow the snowmobile trail for a couple of miles and visit foundations and a few other historic sites along the way.
Maps dated 1858 and 1880 show a network of roads that served the scattered neighborhoods of this town. The trails we were about to walk on follow the footpaths and wagon tracks of earlier people. These were once town roads. We happened to be in the presence of the president of the Sweden Historical Society and she gave us copies of the maps to help us gain a better understanding of our destination. She also printed out a topographical map so we’d have no excuse for getting lost.
With the sun suddenly shining upon us, we laughed at ourselves as we moved along because we traveled at breakneck speed. Well, for us anyway–1.8 mph when we were moving. Note the phrase: “when we were moving.”
Along the way, we paused to admire the streams that flow toward Patterson Brook and
checked on life in a potential vernal pool.
While we find water so mesmerizing, I couldn’t help but wonder about its potential here for the early settlers.
Several times we found stone walls on either side of the streams and didn’t know how to interpret their meaning. That was OK–we appreciated not having all of the answers.
The opportunity to partake of the beauty among friends old and new was enough.
Even four-footed friends.
The stonewalls, both double and single in structure, indicated that the land had been cultivated. We tried to make sense out of the sudden switch from single to double and back to single in a short distance, but really, they didn’t necessarily build walls according to our expectations of what life must have been like–a single wall meaning keep the farm animals in or out and the double being a garden wall–lots of times it was probably just plain common sense and a need to get rid of the stones that rose with the frost.
Eventually, we climbed over the wall and headed up toward this monument. Dave, who lives in this neighborhood and knows these woods well, encouraged us to ponder.
Why was the top of the rock split off intentionally and then left there? Was it intended for a foundation stone? Was the neighborhood abandoned before this piece was used?
We wandered further through the woods and came to the Sweden/Waterford town line. Two stone walls less than ten feet apart mark the boundary. Waterford to the left and Sweden to the right. (Did I get that right, Linda?–my left and right?)
Orange paint also marked the boundary line.
We’d crossed into Waterford and stopped for a break at the Kneeland (1858)/Kimball (1880) residence, a rather large foundation with a center chimney.
Apparently, we weren’t the only ones who paused here for a snack.
And then we crossed the snowmobile trail once more and began bushwhacking again. Though you see only tree shadows, leaves and moss here, it wasn’t what we saw, but what we had the honor to hear that made us stop–an underground brook. It felt like we’d stumbled upon a secret spot.
Dave led us uphill to another special spot a friend of his discovered years ago–the stone chair. You have to wonder about this. We’re in the middle of nowhere that was once somewhere. Below this is a large hole in the earth, possibly a foundation of sorts. And beside, a skidder trail. So, who built the chair?
Atop the foundation of sorts was this cut stump–we surmised it was cut about fifty years ago and that it was about 100 years old at that time.
It really doesn’t matter. What matters is sharing the discovery.
Another four-footed friend also thought it was rather special.
Not too far from here we found something else that spoke of logging.
We continued our bushwhack to another site of importance–and came upon it from the backside.
The Goshen Cemetery, circa 1815. Notice the raindrops and blue sky. A few drops fell in the middle of our walk and then it cleared again.
The cemetery contains stones that had been buried under the duff, but when discovered, were uprighted in spot.
The tombstones are unmarked and as far as I know, two theories exist–an epidemic struck the neighborhood and those who died needed to be buried as fast as possible, or these were the tombs of the residents from the town’s poorhouse.
One thing we do know for certain. The bears like the sign and it has been remade several times and posted higher and higher in hopes that they’ll leave it alone.
Those were our historical finds, but we also made time to enjoy our surroundings, beginning with artwork created naturally.
I always say that beech bark doesn’t remind me of elephant skin, but today–elephant legs and feet, for sure.
Peaking out from the leaf litter, downy rattlesnake plantain showed off its white-veined leaves. Stained glass windows come to mind whenever I spy this. And though its the commonest of the rattlesnake plantains, I’m always in awe.
We also nearly stepped on its cousin, checkered rattlesnake plantain. I do have to say that if I were in charge of the world, I’d switch their names.
We found artists conks and
old hemlock varnish shelves.
We know where the porcupines denned,
deer rubbed their antlers,
and pawed the ground. Do you see it at the bottom of this photo? It’s a scrape meant to communicate information to other deer.
But one of my favorite sights of the day–the flying squirrels that scampered up an old snag. Notice the flat tail–a rudder.
And the flap on its side, that furry membrane that stretches from the wrist to ankle–a parachute of sorts for gliding from tree to tree.
And those bulging eyes–the better to see in the dark.
Four hours and almost six miles later, we followed the trail out, thankful for the opportunity to spend time wondering together and follow in the footpath of others.
2 thoughts on “Following In The Footpath Of Others”
What a beautiful journal of a history/nature day in the woods!
Always fun sharing a beautiful rain-turned-sunshine day with like-minded friends. Thanks for the maps and your continued sense of wonder.
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