Driving through these woods, we stop several times along the river to explore. The waters still run crystal clear and the song of birds fills the afternoon air. One can simply picture the bustling of the boots so many years ago. There is something here that draws in man.
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Tracts of open cutting are apparent every 1/4 mile. Offshoots of the main road extend left and right every so often forming a web of roads in an otherwise untouched piece of wilderness.
The road stretches forth. Each corner unveils a unique mountainous view.
Today's camp reading.
Historic sporting camps dot the otherwise dense forest road.
I saw the mud hole approaching. The cooler's ice really splashed back and forth on this one.
I discovered a vacant logging camp that housed loggers in the early years. Now vacant, I assume it was used from the 40's to the 70's.
Stacks of timber and blue skies. Not a soul in sight for as far as the eye can see.
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