Today's little trip is down Beaverlett, and yes indeedy, that is a real name.
From Heres have heard of Beaverlett but most Come Heres (depending on how long ago they arrived) will struggle to find it on the local map. Just like Blakes, Redart or Peary, Beaverlett is an area that once had its own post office. At some point over the years the post office shut down, but the name still lives.
Beaverlett--very broadly defined because as you know I
have ADD am not fond of details and specifics--is somewhere between Diggs, Onemo, Port Haywood and Close Enough.
(For those who know the exact road names and route numbers or who can recite the latitude and longitude, just substitute those details where Close Enough appears in the previous sentence. Thanks for your understanding and cooperation. )
The house above appeared on this blog many moons ago, but I just had to stop and take its portrait again. She posed very patiently while I snapped away. This is another place that just begs to have its story told. What is that story? What went on here?
Another lovely structure.
This was not my neck of the woods growing up. As a kid I might have come down this way
never once or twice, so I have no insight or remarks whatsoever on any of this other than to say I admire the buildings and really want to go inside them.
Finally, I leave you today with a photo that best describes the content of
When you figure it out, let me know.
p.s. Actually, I can sorta tie this together somehow. Later this same day, after taking the shots above, I drove to check on an old barn that I fell in love with a long time ago. Much to my horror, there were all sorts of workers and maintenance folks milling around outside, and the barn was gone. Gone. Completely gone, not one scrap left. So perhaps today's rambling post is a tribute to old buildings that may be here today but gone tomorrow without any warning.
Later when I have more time I'll post the picture of the barn that's now gone.
I hate seeing these buildings go.