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After our ice fishing trip to the Connecticut River Valley I couldn't get those mountains out of my head. Bay and I needed a fix so we headed off to camp with a plan.

After a brief stop at camp to fire up the furnace we headed out on our expedition. The plan was to conquer Inch and a Half Hill. The snowmobile trail in had seen little use. Snowshoes were required. I wanted to get a better look at the strut zone I found in there last year.

Along the trail in is this old foundation. The narrow walkway allowed access to the whole cellar. it is unique to all the foundations I have ever found in the past.



I have been eye balling a stone wall over the years that leads to Inch and a Half Hill off the snowmobile trail. I have always wanted to follow it and see if it could be used as an o' dark hundred roadway into the hill. There are no trails.

As I followed along the stonewall I came to what looked to be an old barn foundation and a french road lined with stonewalls. I knew I was on to something. After a little search I found the foundation of the old dwelling. It maybe a little hard to see but it was built exactly like the previous foundation but only half the size.

Look at the size of the oaks growing out of the foundation. They have to be 60 years old.



This land was burnt in the Great Fire of 1947. Over 250,000 acres were scorched. There is a historical sign at the fire station at Ross's Corner.
There is no brick at Foundation #1. I have looked over the years. That dates the foundation to early 1800's. The landowner told me back then bricks were for the wealthy. The fireplaces in these homes was made out of stone and mud.

We continued our climb to the summit. If you looked close at the age of the trees and the positions of the stonewalls you could picture the fields. We found a bunch of apple trees a little up hill from the homestead.

This picture is of the strutting zone of the Inch and a Half Hill Gobbler. When I met him last spring he was hollering from just below the stone wall. He walked back and forth the length of the flat.


The opposing mountain was the quest of his gobbles. He hasn't seen the last of me.