Leary Flint Road In The Town Of Brasher, New York

When I first discovered Leary Flint Road, all I could think of was the famous, gnarly publisher of Hustler Magazine, Larry Flynt. But I got over it. Leary Flint Road was very narrow, sparsely settled and mostly forest. It was likely not paved. There was far too much snow for me to tell.

There were few homes on the road and even fewer farms, though this old barn gave evidence that there once had been farms:

Aside from a few small farm fields and old barns, Leary Flint Road was mostly forest and woodsy type homes:

This home looked like a place one might be invited to for a family Christmas:

There were a few modern modular and mobile homes:

Life on Leary Flint Road appeared to be country living of the woodsy type:

This home looked large and modern. The snowy conifers gave it a cheery, inviting look:

A home with a classic gambrel roof:

Larry Flint Road eventually became Murry Road, where I photographed this camp, set back behind the pines. I'd planned to continue on to the county road and then turn, but discovered the bridge was out. I had to backtrack, retracing my route:

But returning the way I'd come gave me the chance to photograph a few places I'd missed on the way in - like this very old cemetery, so buried in snow that its fence was barely visible:

I'd also missed photographing this place the first time through because the mail carrier was stopped at their mailbox. But that was all there was of Leary Flint Road. There are a lot of small, rural roads of this sort in the area and I sure do enjoy touring them:

Days Mill Road During A Snowstorm - Part 2

I was taking a driving tour of Days Mill Road in Nicholville, New York (see Part 1, yesterday). There were old farmsteads with multiple outbuildings:

There were horses behind that gate in the past when I drove this road. But on this cold, snowy day, I suppose they were inside those barns:

This picturesque, woodsy home was recently sold and I wondered who had bought it:

I passed through both forest lands and farm fields:

Two small barns:

And a rather large old farm house:

Another old barn, set far back off the road and showing no sign that it was being currently used:

This small, green building must surely have been someone's hunting or vacation cottage:

This lovely home set down below the road and at the edge of what appeared to be a precipitous drop-off to the river.:

I was almost to the end of the road, so I concluded my driving tour with one last photo, this one of a house with a wonderful elevated back porch which must have had some great views:

Days Mill Road, A Scenic Treasure - Part 2

I was traveling on Days Mill Road (see also yesterday's post) and came to this gorgeous farm field surrounded by split rail fence:

And an old barn, covered with wooden shingles:

A classic farm house, flying an American flag:

Laundry hung out to dry, with old out-buildings in the background:

Three horses, happy and contented beside this old barn:

This old house has been for sale for a very long time but the sign said it was currently "under contract:"

Another old farm house, this one up on a small hill:

And autumn colors helped accent this large old farm home:

An old barn, sitting off by itself in a field:

Another old farm house:

Someone's camp, tucked behind more Eastern White Cedars:

And this extremely pleasant house with its back porch overlooking the forest and river. This would be a wonderful place to come home to at the end of the day. But this marked the end of my driving tour, so I put my camera away and headed for my next stop, the feed store:

More Northern Adirondack Exploration

I continued to snap photos of the cabins along the Port Kent/Red Tavern Road and was fascinated by them. I saw no people nor even parked cars. So even though I was in an area with lots of private property and cabins, I still had the feeling that the dogs and I were all alone in the wilderness:

Under the pines:

I arrived in a small town alongside a lake. Both the lake and town were named Loon Lake:

I saw no Post Office, no general store, but only residences. The scenery, however, was spectacular:

This dirt alleyway was the access to a row of Loon Lake residences. I didn't think it odd at the time, but remember now that I never saw any people in the town. Not a single soul:

A bridge over the supply river for Loon Lake provided an opportunity to take a photo:

I left the town of Loon Lake and continued on my way, passing this restaurant in the "town" of Mountain View. As far as I could see, this one building was the entire town. It was not open and I had the impression that it was more of a social hall than an actual restaurant:

And entered State lands once again:

This old abandoned house appeared to be an old farm house:

I was by this time in full "exploration mode" and snapping photos as I enjoyed seeing all this scenery, both the cabins and the wild Adirondacks, for the first time:

I finally found a general store on the road but, alas, it was closed. This store is for sale if you've always dreamed of owning one. I kept driving and taking pictures. I was on a roll and will post more photos tomorrow: