Part 3, Green and Hayden Roads in Parishville

Green Road ended at Route 72, but by taking a slight jog I continued my driving tour on Hayden Road. This was a gravel road as far as I could tell (the snow covered everything) and looked pretty barren of houses, but I continued on to see what I could see:

The first thing I saw was this huge lean-to, looking like a town garage, perhaps. It was empty except for one bay, which had lots of neatly stacked, split firewood. There were trucks out front but I couldn't read the name on them. That's when I realized I could use my zoom lens:

Yes, indeed. The zoom lens worked. This was the headquarters of Toomey Brothers Logging, in Parishville (which is where I was). A quick Google check when I got home informed me that they are dealers in firewood. Apparently that is a big business in the north country:

I continued on Hayden Road, passing more of the Toomey Brothers Logging buildings and trucks:

I no longer saw any power or telephone lines on the road but I did see this little cabin way back in the forest. It was quite far off the road and, just having proved the handiness of my zoom lens, I used it again for a better view of the cabin:

I passed by another small place back in the woods. With small places like these, I am always inclined to think they are cabins used for hunting or for summer vacations, especially since I saw no sign of public utilities. But that's only a guess. They may also be year 'round residences:

Hayden Road got narrower and took me through a forest with stone walls alongside the road:

But then I saw this sign. There was no need to slow down since I was barely moving at a crawl anyway:

This place said it was a horse farm although I didn't see any horses. Furthermore, It apparently had electricity, so perhaps the lines ran underground:

But it must have been the last house on the road, for beyond here the roads were not maintained between December 1 and April1. They were plowed that day, however, so I continued on:

The road became even more narrow and there was no place to turn around. I finally found a spot to get facing back the way I'd come at this place way back in the forest. This must surely have been a camp but again, that's only a guess. I ended my driving tour, put my camera away and headed for home: