The stone fence ended abruptly, opening the additional chapter of the history surrounding her. In small clearings, stone huts had been built. Their roofs of hand hewn timbers covered with sod had slid into the cavity of the buildings. Their former existence left to the imagination of the observer.
The lost homestead hiding in plain site.
It was private property. My hard and fast rule of not going where you don’t belong just to get a better picture hold true, always. I could see the stacked rocks through the trees. In its prime, it was a well built fence. Now it was a reminder of what had been.
Was there a lost homestead hiding in plain site? Perhaps…
I suggest to those who have the opportunity to visit history, whether to do research for a book or looking for family, don’t turn down the chance. You never know who or what you will find.