Showing posts with label Toomey Brothers Logging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Toomey Brothers Logging. Show all posts

Monday, December 16, 2013

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: