The third house of our expedition was an interesting little place. At first we were a little disappointed as the downstairs didn't really yield much to look at. A basic, gutted area with nothing to write home about. The upstairs, however, got our attention with some considerably more interesting finds to poke through.
When I first found this house a week ago, I was actually hunting for the remains of a power dam. I made note of the house and decided that on the next opportunity, I would come back and take a closer look.
You can see the place has been completely cleaned out. Not a single belonging left behind. I know nothing of the history of the place, but it's obvious that the people who moved from here had ample time and planned to leave.
This was a surprise.
We were in the midst of a 40-minute hike to find another location. As sometimes happens when walking significant distances, your eyes wander to the ground, and your mind wanders away. Suddenly, I looked up and there it was sitting just off the side of our path.
I love when this happens.
While looking over the route to another location I wanted to check out today, I happened to scroll past this place on Google Earth. I went back and scrolled in closer. It didn't appear there had been activity on they very long driveway in quite some time. Perhaps it would be worth a stop.
On this beautiful sunny Saturday, with Max the Exploring Husky tagging along, we walked down that very long driveway, well overgrown, and arrived at the place you see here.
I love these chance encounters.
This was an unexpected and welcome find along the way. It was as though the UE Gods were attempting to make it up to me that they had thrown a record-breaking blizzard at me to thwart my plans. It wasn't what I'd hoped for, but it was something.
The storm cellar was of particular interest, not to mention the fact that this was the first time I had seen honest-to-goodness tumbleweeds in my whole life...
Weather had played against me and deprived me of my primary target. I will, no doubt, be coming back to this state. While driving away, and metaphorically licking my wounds, I spotted this place not far from the road and went for a closer look. With the weather preparing to take another swipe at me, I decided to stop and take a look around.
This was a twofer.
When I showed up, it was with the expectation that there was only one house. There were two.
As you will see in the pictures, the first looks like a very old farm house. It's falling ever so slowly apart and is beyond salvage. The second place, however, is in very good condition and could continue to be used. I think, however, that it's owner may have passed on.
This place looked like a reasonable prospect on Google Earth. Of course, you never know what you've got until you get there.
When Max and I arrived, there appeared to be no traffic on the driveway for a considerable time. I got out and took a few exterior photos. As I came around the corner of the house I made the brief acquaintance of what had to be an 8-point buck. I'm not sure which of us ended up with the faster heart rate, but he bolted before I could even get my camera up.