Hiking the Cabin Land

What we have here is the first of a long line of soon-to-be posts about Steve’s cabin project. If you look to right (right hand column), you’ll even see a very special link to a page holding all the links to the posts I write on the subject. It’s bound to be fascinatingly wonderful, so bookmark this one.

I feel like I already did this (post pictures of the cabin). I guess I did, but I did it over on my other, personal blog. Now that I’ve got this snazzy new “Maine” blog, I decided to commit the whole cabin build here. It’ll be more worthwhile to readers in the area. I think.

Anyway, today was probably one of the nicest days of the year. Actually, I know it was. I’m guessing the temperature was around 60 degrees and the sun was shining strong. It was also Easter Sunday, if you are of the Catholic persuasion. It was a wonderful day for a hike through the woods. I dry one, a muddy one and one through quite a bit of snow. Yes, we still have snow up here in Maine. Not all parts, but the town we live in has quite a bit remaining on the ground. I seem to find places to live that hold out with snow longer than any other place I can get to in driving distance. Why would Maine be any different? I think it’s kind of my thing now.

I’m going to post twenty nine pictures below. These pictures will be good to look back on, because I have a strong suspicion that things are going to be changing quite quickly when Steve gets his hands on this property. It’ll be his in just a few weeks, but I’m thinking after the trailer is gone, it would be fun to look back on this blog to see the old pictures of what once was. The cabin, the driveway, the land…it could all change. Who knows. Maybe none of it will change, but at least we’ll have a record right here of what things looked like on April 20, 2014.

Here goes. Enjoy the pictures.

The first five pictures are of the camper that currently resides next to the cabin. Like I said, I’m not sure if this camper will last or not, but at least we’ll have pictures of it no matter what happens. Personally, I’d like Steve to clear a small area to park it in. You never know when you might need it or what you could use it for.

This is a shot of the driveway, looking out towards the road. I was standing near the cabin while I took this.

This is a picture of the cabin itself. It’s a wonderful little structure. One with a lot of history.

I think I may have located the first flowers in Maine, from Augusta to Caribou. Interestingly enough, they were right here in the driveway.

Here we are, walking on the road off the driveway. We were heading towards the marker right off the road, so we could hike straight into the woods toward the brook way in the back.

And here is that marker…

There are quite a few license plates stuck to trees where the trees have actually grown around the plates. One of the plates has the date of “1929” on it. I’m sure the plates are older than the time when they were attached to the trees, but it sure is interesting to see a license plate that old.

This is a tree we found back during our Winter hike. If you were inclined, you could easily take a rest here.

Across the acreage, there are quite a few trees that have died and are ready to be taken down and used as firewood. In this case, I believe we have a big old Birch tree that needs to come down.

Ah, the classic “man on land” picture. Here is Steve standing proud. Don’t worry, it’s only a few more weeks.

The border on one side of this land consists of a stream bed. In this case, the stream was running. We’re not sure if it’s a year round stream or a three season one. We’ll soon see.

Further up this particular stream sits a small waterfall.

Just about one hundred feet away sits another small stream. This one isn’t on the property Steve intends to purchase, but I felt it was good to take a picture for posterity’s sake.

This picture really doesn’t do justice, but right along the border of the property we’re discussing here sits some rather large Hemlock trees. Due to my wide angle lens, they look rather normal sized, but really, they are huge.

Way back in the woods, a big tree fell over and created a bridge that spans a dried up offshoot of the larger brook. We used this tree to assist us in crossing over to see the brook itself.

Another picture of me looking up one of the trees. I’m really not sure what type of tree this is though.

Really, the crown jewel of the entire area is the brook that runs across the valley down in back. I can’t stress to you how beautiful and relaxing this brook is. Poor Steve may find me laying, snoozing in the area, uninvited. In the four photos below, we have the brook facing North, South, directly across and I’m not sure. Hint: to enlarge a picture, just click on it.

This is a simple documentation of the lower corner border marking. Nothing is etched in stone regarding the borders yet, but around this area is the rear corner of the property. Also, I believe this is the license plate that says “1929.”

And lastly, if you’re curious what two forty year olds look like while they are resting on an old Army cot, check these two pictures out. The first one is me, the next one is Steve. And to think, just six months ago I was sitting in my living room in Florida wondering what awaits me in Maine and today, I was laying on a cot in an old camp with two good friends. Funny where life brings you.