Hiking, mtn biking, snow shoeing,kid friendly,wildlife, bird watching.
When stress hits, the woods call. The joy exuded from Rusty and Ruby as they run through the woods knowing there is a chipmunk or mouse under the next log, is infectious.
I needed to get out, but driving my husband to his cancer treatments has made me lazy when it comes to driving to trail heads. Pratt is close to home and there was a side trail I wanted to explore. Best of all worlds. Close to home, lightly travelled, and unexplored by us. Sorry Steve Bollinger, I went without you.
Parking at the barred road on the Russell Abbott property we ventured in. Plenty of parking off Starch Mill near Abbott Hill.
The mill has already been mentioned on a previous blog. This day we headed beside an old bridge, too rickity to risk crossing, and hooked up with a trail heading South.
Surprise and delight, and awe. We came to the backside of the old mill.
Could not resist getting more pictures of the old mill. Here you go.
Leaving the mill, it looked as if we might head back out to the road, but no. We wandered around to the back side of Pratt Pond.
The trail was pretty wet, but passable. It had poured the night before.
A few more downed trees, a lovely stone wall, and a huge eratic, kept the trail interesting.
We travelled through laurel filled woods and eventually we hooked up with the trail we had hiked often and headed East toward parking. There are scarey marks and flags on some of the beautiful pines. I hope it doesn’t foretell of logging.
Good news, the snowmobile bridge is soon to be repaired.
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