I Walk...

At 12:15, after Church, I started out here,  going west.

At the turn at the Davis house, I took the right turn. One night last week, after VBS, me and Helen Geed here, when we should have Hawed.  The creek was up, so we has to take the long way around.  It was dark and I made the wrong turn here. 

Left goes up by the old Pete Bell home, right goes down the old railroad track all the way to Maples Cut on the Alpena Denver road.

Brush and trees have overgrown the road, making it a narrow path.

Dark and dreary at 9 at night.

It leads to this little stream, the same stream that runs between the Church and Preacher's house.  Last Wednesday it was roaring.  We  had to back about 1 mile back down this lane in the dark and rain with brush sticking in the windows to the Davis house.  I was not doing too well, because I am not a good backer even in daylight.  Helen took over and got us back down the road.  It probably too almost 30 minutes to go that mile.

On across the creek is more shady lane.

Here the creek runs right beside the road.

And here is another even smaller stream, with a lane leading off to the right.

Up to this old house.  Notice the stars and stripes.

And a barn across the creek.

Same barn.

Same barn.

In the middle is the Pat Maybe house at Maples Cut.  A famous little tarpappered house used to sit here.

The Tuck Bell home back to the right, but I am off to the left down the Alpena Denver Road.

A barn by the Maybe house.

The turn off at Sunny Lane off to the left in the distance.  Sunny Lane school house burned years ago.

Ebb  Smith's old barn.

Grandpa Powell's house in the distance, or I guess that is the barn.

Smith barn again.

Me and Grandpa's place.

Off to the right in the middle at the side of the road, is the log Helen had to move out of the road on her 16 mile trip to clean the church last week.

Helen's house in the distance.

The cavalry to the rescue, at the top of Morris Hill, almost 3 hours after I started out, about 6 miles back down the road.