Off topic, but I know a number of you have spent time up in this neck of the woods, and specifically in the Gap. I was up there last Saturday to revisit a few spots I had not been in several years. Among them was a place that has been mentioned here before, the Shoemaker Farm. Sadly I found the property much damaged and deteriorated.
The first thing I noticed was something I didn't notice. I was driving south on Mountain Rd. looking for the farm and somehow I ended up at Buttermilk Falls without seeing it. The last time I made a point of stopping there you could look down the neat farm lane from the road, past the metal gate halfway down, and see the whole property: the magnificent fieldstone main residence, built in 1822; several barns and outbuildings. It made a pretty picture.
Somehow I had missed it. So I turned around and headed back, keeping a close eye to the left. North of the falls I finally spotted the property, and then I understood why it had escaped my notice the first time I drove by.
To begin with, the road is gone. I don't know whether it was Sandy or some other gullywasher, but the road, known as Houck Lane on current maps, has been removed. Anyone who has been there will recall a tiny little trickle of a brook running in a ditch alongside the drive. There was even a neat little wooden footbridge over it at one point. Here's a picture of the three-foot concrete culvert through which that teeny little brook used to run after coming down off the mountain, just before it turned west to follow the drive.
The whole pipe has been heaved up out of the soil, at which point the water apparently decided that the driveway looked like a far easier path downhill than the ditch that the humans wanted it to use. Here's a shot of what used to be the road, just past the culvert.
You can see the wooden fence has been undermined, and you can just see what's left of the metal gate in the background. Here's a better picture of that.
And this is looking back up toward the truck. You can see the layer of crushed stone that used to make up the road. I kid you not this thing is cut to a depth of 6-8 feet in places.
It must have been quite the torrent that did this. Or perhaps it was a series of smaller storms, I don't know. Anyway, I mentioned that I had trouble finding the place, and in fact I had to walk another hundred feet or so to convince myself I was really in the same spot.
Oh, there's the farm! The increase in the brush in a couple of years is really amazing. When I was last here you would have thought "What a nice property. I hope the Park Service does something with it." Now you'd just think it's a ruin. Here's a picture of the main residence, followed by one with the original owner's name (which has been seen here before).
And that's pretty much the nicest view that's left out there. You can see the windows have been torn out all around. A door was ripped off its hinges in front, allowing partiers to gain access. Graffiti is tagged all over, whereas there was none three years ago.
I couldn't make it to the back of the property to check on the cottage there, which had been in reasonable shape last visit. The property was massively infested with ticks and I just wasn't dressed for it. This hadn't been in my plans for the day. More graffiti.
Lastly a look back up the drive toward the truck, showing the extent of the washout. I'm still shaking my head over this. The perils of living in the mountains, I guess. You wake up one morning and 700 feet of driveway is a creek bed.
All in all a kind of somber visit. I know there's no realistic hope of preserving places like this, but still it's very melancholy to watch it rotting away, being vandalized by young idiots who probably don't even know when it was built, or if they do don't care. I think of the nearly two centuries of history here, and it makes me sad.