We try to walk the old road…



We tried to walk the whole old road and now I can see why they changed the road path. The old road runs right into a bog and while I found how they had drained it at one time, it no longer works and reverted back to what it was originally. I am sure that it use to be fairly passable, but roads require upkeep and this road has had no upkeep for many years. In fact once Boza and I got past the first field section, the road became literally gone. I had to search at times to find the ruts, that told me where the road use to be. It looks like the first field, where they had a corral at one time for the village cattle, is the last use the road had and that was just partial usage…

old roadStart at top of left image; Red is the mountain, orange is the swamp, blue is the huge oak trees, black is the corral and lime green is the cemetery…

With the stumps I found, it looks like a good portion of the road was lined with oak trees on purpose at one time. I found rows of stumps as we walked and someone had farmed the trees. Pines were put in place of the old oaks and as you see it is a huge forestry area and it is about 50% hardwood and 50% pines…

While we made from beginning to end of the road, we could not transverse the actual road itself in all places. The bog has grown 10 times in size from the image to the left and I almost started to sink at one point. It is true quicksand and I was able to use my walking stick to get me out of the mess. Then we found the drain for the bog and well it was just worthless at this point and is why all the water stays backed up now…

To the left of the image you can see the new road and after looking at the old road, I see why they moved it. Upkeep was to high and for an area that has no true upkeep on roads, I am sure the people living here, moved it originally themselves to allow access to be available. The village is just off screen of the bottom of the photo and the area in the photo is a normal walking spot of Boza and I…

The road new or old is a road to what I call the Lumber Village. In that village they have a lumber mill. As I have said, I name the villages for me to remember them…

We did not succeed in following the old road all the way from our village to the mountain, but we did sight it the whole distance. I could see where it went, but just could not physically walk, crawl or get to it in all spots. Few more years and even all that will be gone…

Now that was a good walk…

Post by Kyle Keeton
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A survivor of six heart attacks and a brain tumor, a grumpy bear of a man, whom has declared Russia as his new and wonderful home. His wife is a true Russian Sweet Pea of a girl and she puts up with this bear of a guy and keeps him in line. Thank God for my Sweet Pea and Russia.