This was probably the most fun I’ve had since Steve and I went ATVing up in the logging trails at the end of our road. It’s been something I’ve wanted to do – to drive my truck up there as well. To see how she would handle and to see if there would be any significant obstacles for us to work through if one day – ah…one day – someone (such as myself) decides to pick up a nice big piece of property up there in those woods. I think I may be some how, some way, subconsciously laying the groundwork for our next great adventure. To get a glimpse of what I’m talking about, please read this post:
I wrote that about a year and a half ago and have moved significantly toward the goal I hinted at. Things have changed dramatically for Laura and me and I intend to nudge things along for our next dramatic change. One can’t simply go through life without ever living off-grid – can they? I mean – you have to try – right? There really are far too many yurts, cabins, cottages and everything else available to give the average fellow an opportunity to see if he and his mate can make a life in the wild.
Anyway, the truck did very well. I can’t really give you an accurate distance of how far we traveled, but I will tell you that we zigged and zagged throughout the entire system. We drove further than I thought we would. The one place I had to turn back from, though, was the big mountain and lookout that Steve and I visited. The trail to the to top of the mountain was washed out and the left side of it was reduced to a somewhat deep ditch. I probably could have made it through, but I sensed some nervousness in the truck, so I turned back. Far cry from what I would have done when I was a kid. I would have just jumped on it and plowed ahead.
Laura managed to take some pictures of me driving around down in the valley near the brook. The same brook that we’ve got running along the back border of our property. It’s Laura’s favorite area, so we stopped and hung out for a while. I knew she wanted to show her parents around a bit.
If you want to see what these logging roads look like in late spring, check out this post:
There’s a picture in the post above that shows me riding Steve’s ATV in the brook. Take a look at that and then take a look at the two pictures below. What a difference a change in season can make.
This shot is looking south.
And this one is looking north.
The water is also as clear as it’s ever been. What an odd phenomenon. I actually had to delete a few pictures like these because it didn’t look like there was any water at all. Just rocks laying there.
This is a picture of what the bridge looks like up there. If we hadn’t seen two old dudes driving into these trails a few days ago, I wouldn’t have crossed it with my truck. After talking to one of the guys, I learned that the bridges are very strong and can easily hold the weight of the truck.
And since I knew the bridge was strong, I just had to run back to the truck to give it a shot.
Okay, I hopped in the truck and drove it over the bridge.
But of course, once I made it over the bridge, I had to turn around. I didn’t want to have to take the long way back. Plus, we had berry picking to do. Man I love driving that truck up there.
So there you have it folks. A plan in action. From getting an idea while sitting in Florida to getting it done a year later in Maine. Sort of gives me a good feeling. Just bulldoze through all the crap and go where you want to get to. If you want to see pictures of the truck a few days after I purchased it in Jacksonville, Florida, check out this post: