Today, Laura and I accomplished a task that has been on our agenda for some time. We’ve been meaning to get up to the end of the road and hang a left instead of a right. As you already know, taking a right down into the woods brings us to the river and the bridge. Taking a left brings us into a wide variety of logging roads, turned snowmobile trails in the Winter and dirt access roads during the other three seasons.
I have a buddy who’s interested in some land. The parcels he found just happen to be located at the end of our road, up towards one of the numerous mountains in the area. And actually, the land is right at the foot of the mountain, which makes for some pretty decent views.
Today was warm and sunny. I’d say it was about 40 degrees. The trails were packed down nicely and weren’t all too terrible to walk on. Getting up the hill brought on a bit of sweat, but otherwise, things were good.
Now, just to let you know, the land we looked at today is what some new age folk term, “off the grid.” A few years ago, it was called, oh I don’t know – land. But now, off the grid has joined the ranks of sustainable, organic, green and carbon footprint. Back in the day, those things were just called, “growing stuff.” I’m not sure why I mention this. I suppose it’s because I needed to fill you in on the fact that there is no electric power back in these woods and vehicle access is restricted to any time but Winter.
For my buddy, I’m going to post each picture and then give a description below. And just to let everyone else know, the land back there is magical. There are miles and miles of walking trails and to build a cabin and live off the land would be just short of what man was put on this green earth for. We don’t require much. Just to have our backs to a mountain and our faces look out over the great state of Maine. Ha!
This is the end of our road, looking into the trail. The corner property is 5/8 of a mile up the trail.
Right after I took the first picture, I turned around and took one of the road we just walked off of. See those power lines? Kiss them goodbye.
I took these pictures a bit further into the trail. We’re just climbing up what I wasn’t expecting – an incline.
We reached the land. This is the corner lot with the camp on it. I have more pictures of this below. The trail to the right runs North and the trail to the left runs West.
This is a better view of the trail running North. I have another one too.
This is the trail that runs West and that continues up the hill. The camp is on the right.
And again, a better view of the trail running North. The lots for sale are all along this trail. I think they are two acres wide by six acres deep.
This picture was taken as I was standing at the intersection and looking back down the hill. There’s a better picture of the view down below.
If you look closely, you can see the cabin to the right of the sign.
This cabin isn’t for sale. This is located further up the hill and more West.
This is the driveway of the camp for sale. It’s under a few few of snow. Sorry about that.
Just looking back East at the intersection from up the hill. Now, the camp is on the left.
This is the best we could do. The camp is very difficult to reach without snowshoes. I tried to walk up the driveway and fell in. I got snow in my shoes for you.
These are two more cabins further West. I do not believe they are for sale. Pretty sweet though. These guys have the right idea. Do you know how far back this is? Not a sound.
While we were up there, a guy on a sled passed us by. We waved and took his picture. Then, he stopped and asked us if we were alright. Nice guy. He was probably just wondering what in the heck we were doing back there.
I marvel at marvelous things. This is the view from up there.
Just a picture Laura snapped of me walking back down the trail.
This is a wonderful shot of Sumac. The trail was also lined with wild Raspberry bushes. A whole lot of them.
Well, that’s it. Did you enjoy? I hope so. Personally, I’d love to build a cabin up there and live off the grid. It’d give my life a bunch of meaning. I think you have to be “one of those people” to understand why someone would want to do something like that, but take my word for it when I tell you, it would be worth every minute.