In the process of tracing the path of an old road north of Child’s Bog on a LiDAR map, I noticed a feature near the road that seemed to be a cellar hole. I identified the current property owner and invited myself over for a look.
In the late 1970s the old Josiah Whitney home, owned by Peter Flint, caught fire. Peter’s Aunt Kate was home at the time.
The Nelson Trails Committee is wrapped up its eleventh year with an effort to restore blueberry picking on Hurd Hill. And raspberries we hadn’t noticed are thriving in the new clearing, too. In a few years we’ll have berry picking restored.
Despite two previous trips to the site, it remained somewhat of a mystery, like a puzzle without all its pieces. It seems clear that the three buildings, though a hundred yards apart from each other, were part of a steam-driven sawmill erected in late 1854.
There is a mysterious cluster of building foundations on the Guida family property in the far northwest corner of Nelson. The three foundations are a twenty-minute walk on an old wood road from Buxton’s homestead. It is much more comfortable but no quicker in Al Guida’s ATV.
In a recent edition of the Black Fly Express, our editor used the word “plethora.” It reminded me of a town meeting a number of years ago . . .
As I walked through the barn door something had changed. You know that feeling of sensing something different, maybe even alarming, but not knowing just what’s wrong.
On May 1 a group of volunteers made their way to the top of Hurd Hill to clear brush from previously felled trees, and to take down a few more, to make a better environment for blueberries - thus restoring what was once a popular berry picking location.
Since the official opening of Partridge Woods in 2019, there have been more exciting developments on the property. In October of that year there were three named trails some four miles in length. This year the Nelson Trails Committee, working under the direction of the Nelson Conservation Commission, has added two new trails with an additional two miles of walking opportunities.
Coming home early one day I met Bud French working on Log Cabin Road. His father, Win, was supervising. I rolled down my window and requested that the road be paved with a concrete median strip painted green.
