White Hill Road - Part 3

White Hill Road began in the town of Parishville and seemed to cross the line into Hopkinton as I drove. At any rate, it was surely scenic, both in terms of the forest scenery and the summer cottages which were numerous and set back into the trees. This place was covered with Adirondack siding:

More Adirondack siding and a screened front porch:

Perched on the side of a hill, this cabin had a nice view:

This was another home which seemed to be a year 'round residence:

A bright red steel roof:

And off to the side of the above house, behind a pine tree, was this totem pole. I loved it!:

This little camp was for sale. I checked its price when I got home and found that it had only .2 acres of land and they were asking #19,900. I thought that was a little steep, but then maybe that's why it hadn't been sold:

And the state forest land all along the road was beautiful:

Another bustling place with bicycles, lounge chairs and signs of activity. Perhaps this was a permanent residence or perhaps the family was just spending the weekend here:

I passed by scenic wetlands:

And this cute little cabin:

This place was much bigger than most, and had what appeared to be an elevated porch surrounding the entire building. I took White Hill Road all the way to Joe Indian Pond, where I found many more cottages around a scenic lake. But I'd taken enough pictures for one day. So I put my camera away and turned back toward home:

Capell Road, In The Town Of Parishville

I'd taken a driving tour of Mahoney Road in the morning and then completed my to-do list for the day. I had extra time and the weather was still beautiful, so I hopped back into the car and drove to Capell Road in Parishville. There were corn fields:

And hay fields behind rows of trees:

Homes with front porches and split rail fences:

Brooks rushing downhill, fed by the recently melted snows:

An old farm house with a hay wagon parked out front:

This farm house had a silo and assorted outbuildings behind it:

Hay fields showing the first touches of green:

Old farm equiupment in front of this home:

I'd been passing through state forest land but didn't know which forest it was. This sign identified at least part of it as the St. Lawrence County Junior Grange Forestry Project:

More old farm equipment and cedar fence posts:

Modern logging equipment which apparently had cleared that field to the right of the truck, stumps and all:

When I got to the end of Capell Road, I found the sign identifying the state forest I'd passed through as Whiskey Flats State Forest, and the Timber Tavern, a country fun spot:

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:

Parishville, New York - Part 2

I'd parked alongside the road to snap a few photos and noticed this sign across the road from me and next to the dam. It bore an odd message, "Site Of First Bridge Made By White Men In Town Of Parishville 1809." I at first believed this to be the first bridge in all of New York State to be built by European settlers, but have since decided that it was only the first bridge in the tiny town of Parishville - which to my mind wouldn't be particularly notable:

The dam (or head gate, or floodgate), however, was quite impressive:

And the water of the St. Regis River which pushes through or over those gates then rushes down this rock-walled gorge. YouTube has videos of teens jumping from the bridge down into that gorge and you can view one of them here:

I was impressed by the dam and thinking how wonderful it would be to explore the gorge:

When I saw this sign. Apparently they want to be prepared should the dam give way:

But it was hot and I got back into my air conditioned car and continued my driving tour of Parishville, snapping pictures as I went:

There were lots of old houses, mostly in very good condition:

As I pulled out of town headed north, I passed through Whiskey Flats State Forest. High Flats State Forest. The White Hill Wild Forest and High Flats State Forest lie just south of the city:

And the Timber Tavern advertised pizza and breakfasts just north of town along the highway:

The town cemetery was home to a flock of exceeding large turkeys. I was on my way home and this was the end of my photo taking:

Parishville, New York - Part 1

I'd arrived up at the farm on Sunday afternoon with all six of my dogs and had a good night's sleep. When Monday morning arrived, I first hiked up (and down) Azure Mountain and then hiked the St. Lawrence County Reforestation Area 12 (see previous posts). Both the White Hill Wild Forest and Reforestation Area 12 are just outside the pleasant little Adirondack town of Parishville, New York. I stopped there for a cold drink and then decided to snap some photos of the town:

It's a small town with a very old fashioned Main Street:

And this, surely, is where the town got its name:

The town was filled with pleasant, well kept old houses and had a friendly feel to it:

And the town straddles the banks of the St. Regis River. Just ahead of my car, you can see a reservoir on the right and a dam on the left. The town sits on both banks of the river:

The reservoir is large and really just a very wide spot in the river. It is, therefore, very long:

The town has a nice park and river access:

Many houses sit along the river and I'd imagine that many of them own boats:

The highway bridge across the river is small, apparently because the earthen dam traps most of the water and the actual bridge spans only the narrow channel through which the pent up water flows. Just beyond the bridge is a water gate or floodgate, but I'll cover that later:

The Parishville, New York Post Office. I'll post more about Parishville tomorrow: