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After Goat Bluff Trail, we hiked down into the river bottoms where we encountered "Farmer's Farmstead". I thought it was a funny name and wondered whether this was the owners' last name or whether it was given a generic label because no one knew their name. First we explored the spacious old barn. It looked in better shape than some of the barns I've used over the years!
Not far away, although difficult to see through the dense brush, was the farmhouse.
The cellar door was broken and I found many empty glass jars still on the shelves.
And there was ample evidence of wild pigs! I thought they were deer hoof prints at first, but deer don't live in dark, underground places. I've never hiked in wild pig territory before.
I found this little medicine vial on the porch. I wonder what it once contained?
The interior of the house was in tatters and looked like it had last been occupied in the 1960's or 70's. There were pieces of glittering formica backsplash in the kitchen, peeling floral wallpaper, and cracked linoleum tiles on the floor. The sole inhabitant (other than the transient wild pigs in the cellar) was a bat hanging from the living room ceiling. I took many photos because abandoned houses fascinate me in a sad sort of way, but this picture stuck with me because of the leaf pattern stenciling on the door. It's the personal touches that made this house a home to the people who once lived in it, and it's sad to think that a house once full of warmth, happiness, and family has sat cold and abandoned through the years. So many events occupied these people's minds--things that at the time were so important but are no longer remembered--a sick calf, a church picnic, an early frost, a dance, a washout in the road, a new foal. Everyday things put color into our lives but are forgotten with Time, and those who come after can only imagine them.
Right next to the main "Farmer" residence was a completely collapsed house that Phil called the "man cave" because of the large easy chair still standing among the rubble.
And then there is the necessary house. This one looks ready for action and is double-seated for maximum efficiency.
I'm not sure what this shed was for. It was leaning at such a crazy angle that I wasn't about to step closer and investigate. Sputnik was foolhardy enough to take a peek despite my protests, but he wouldn't tell me what he spied through that door.
Not far away, although difficult to see through the dense brush, was the farmhouse.
The cellar door was broken and I found many empty glass jars still on the shelves.
And there was ample evidence of wild pigs! I thought they were deer hoof prints at first, but deer don't live in dark, underground places. I've never hiked in wild pig territory before.
I found this little medicine vial on the porch. I wonder what it once contained?
The interior of the house was in tatters and looked like it had last been occupied in the 1960's or 70's. There were pieces of glittering formica backsplash in the kitchen, peeling floral wallpaper, and cracked linoleum tiles on the floor. The sole inhabitant (other than the transient wild pigs in the cellar) was a bat hanging from the living room ceiling. I took many photos because abandoned houses fascinate me in a sad sort of way, but this picture stuck with me because of the leaf pattern stenciling on the door. It's the personal touches that made this house a home to the people who once lived in it, and it's sad to think that a house once full of warmth, happiness, and family has sat cold and abandoned through the years. So many events occupied these people's minds--things that at the time were so important but are no longer remembered--a sick calf, a church picnic, an early frost, a dance, a washout in the road, a new foal. Everyday things put color into our lives but are forgotten with Time, and those who come after can only imagine them.
Right next to the main "Farmer" residence was a completely collapsed house that Phil called the "man cave" because of the large easy chair still standing among the rubble.
And then there is the necessary house. This one looks ready for action and is double-seated for maximum efficiency.
I'm not sure what this shed was for. It was leaning at such a crazy angle that I wasn't about to step closer and investigate. Sputnik was foolhardy enough to take a peek despite my protests, but he wouldn't tell me what he spied through that door.