Chief Metacomet
The road we live on dead-ends at the state forest. Well, technically you could drive through to NH, but you wouldn’t want to. Anyhow, there’s a waterfall there, one of three in our little, quiet town. We’ve always hiked in from our road, because…well, it just makes sense. There’s another way in, however. Nick’s been that way, back in his Boy Scout days, but not the rest of us.
My oldest and youngest babies…
Back when Nick was a Boy Scout, he hiked this trail. Ever since then (just recently, even) he’s been telling me he wants to camp out in some shelter on the waterfall trail. Sure enough, we hiked right by it, and let me tell you! I’d like to camp there, too! So.Very.Cool. Check it out:
Inside are four bunks and a loft. Outside someone wrote the GPS coordinates on one of the beams; there’s a firepit with two benches. The whole thing overlooks a brook with a footbridge. I’d be totally creeped out to be there alone in the dark, but it was a really neat place. We could have spent the whole day there, I think.
View from the porch of the cabin. Firepit is lower left, look down the tree with the birdhouse to find the footbridge.
This was a series of four letterboxes, all hand-carved stamps. We also explored an old cemetery, saw two beaver dams, several trees the beavers were working on, some really cool rocks in the river that were shaped by the flow of water. Oh, and the rock that looked like an Indian profile.
I think the thing that struck us the most was the people who had signed the logbooks back in January…they spent the night in that cabin. They said it was eleven degrees at 7:00 in the morning…Crazy!
Tags: Royalston Falls
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