I was out exploring today and went from Ong's Hat toward Mary Ann Forge which I had never looked for before. I got a little sidetracked but met with success I hadn't expected. While looking at an old map I was approached (via a green pick-up with the window coming down) by two men and two children who asked me if I needed help. I told them that I was OK and was just looking for some old historical areas. The man in the driver's seat was younger but the man sitting next to him who was older (65-70 YO) asked if I was looking for Mary Ann Forge. I said I was. He said "I used to live there". I was surprised because I thought there had not been a place to dwell there for over a hundred years. However, I don't know too much about the place and I chose to believe. After expressing my respect and admiration for his former residence I said I would let them go on their way. I turned my car around andf started to think why I didn't ask them to show me the Maty Ann area. About 2 minutes later as I looked up from the map, they had appeared agin and the old man was coming towards my car. I rolled down my window and he asked me if I wanted to see his old house. I said I was just thinking that I wished I had asked him the same. He said thhey had to drop off the kids at home and that "it would take a couple of minutes". I did not have a camera and decided to use the time to see if I could find a store up the road. After driving about 2 miles I got worried and headed back. As I got to the road (dirt) I had met them on,I could see a similar truck going down the road. I sped up to catch them and then I decided I must be following the wrong vehicle. I went back to the origin of where I had met them. After about 10 minutes, the green pick-up pulled out of the woods and I could see them smiling...it was them I was following and realized my mistake! After apologies I followed them down the road and turned off the main road and rode over some big "woop-de-doos" and parked where they stopped. The old man walked over to an old foundation. He told me he used to live here with his grandparents until he was 12. He said his parents were divorced when he was young. He said he didn't know where the old furnace/forge was, but said he remembered foundations across the way fromwhere we were standing. I don't think this was the forge but were associated with the community that dwindled here for obviously some time. If I'm not repeating..he said it ws the LAST house existing in the area. During this time we talked a lot about other areas and we didn't go look at the foundations. He drew several road drawings in the sand to show me the way to other areas (Upton, Rattlesnake Ace's (said he knew himpersonally, and Mt Misery) He also showed me the foundation of an old storehouse that his grandfather used to use. There were the pipes of an old gasoline tank that he used to use to fill his trucks. His grandfather opertaed a sawmill that made slats for cranberry/blueberry boxes. What a great experience for me! I felt like Grandpa Beck talking to the old-timer. And I thought these people had long gone!