Along the old Crowelltown road

As we leave the main highway to reach the old Crowelltown road we must first go through a short section where some woodsmen are gathering their logs together to be hauled off to the mill. Where the old road comes out is quite overgrown so this is the only way to join up with it nowadays. On Saturday morning we had to wait for this tree farmer to finish unloading and move back into the woods before we could continue through. They can certainly move a lot of wood around in a short time.


As we moved along the low section of the road Shel stopped so I could get a shot of this sweeping visa. Snowcovered saltmarsh running out to meet the Argyle River, and the tree covered shore across the river with houses scattered along the village of Argyle Head.





From the low area we climbed up the side of a drumlin and on one we followed an old trail to the top where we sat and admired the view down river.








Back up the trail a ways this old foundation sits in the middle of an old field on top of a drumlin. As I view the ruins and the lone tree sentry, I wonder about the people who lived in this house, and where did they go . . . . Crowelltown was settled by some of my father's people . . . . perhaps this house and property at one time had belonged to some of my ggggggrandparents. (Or however many ggg's back it may be.)

It was a cold, blustery day when we went for this ride and I snapped these pictures. No animals or birds around. I'm certain they were safely off in their little hideaways in the sheltered hollows between the drumlins, seeking protection from the winds.