a hike back into history


if you are like so many people in North America, you are tired of the bitter cold. So- I decided to take you back to a short hike I did one day into the woods near a historic late 1800’s/early 1900’s oil field area. 

This is a photo journey…


It was a beautiful sunny day, but chilly. As I hiked deeper into the woodland, more rock outcropping revealed ice…


...and shelter for small animals…

…and trails crossing small streams, as shadows formed in the wood….


and up hills…


...the trail  bringing me to history hidden beneath the tree canopy…


remnants remaining of an oil field more than a hundred years old…


...for a pleasant hike back into the pages of history…

About thelostkerryman

Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur, living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley; store-made soda bread has the consistency of a sea sponge; and Kerrygold butter has finally found a permanent place on the grocery shelves everywhere. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from thelostkerryman.wordpress.com, talesinastrangerstrangerland@wordpress.com, everydayasadisciple@wordpress.com, and mrandmrsboring.wordpress.com are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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2 Responses to a hike back into history

  1. gimpet says:

    I wouldn’t have known what it was if I came upon this myself. What a lovely walk in pictures.

  2. Lola Dey says:

    Your photos remind me of the wonderful summer and autumn hikes I took while I was living in northwest Pennsylvania. They have places in some of the woods with rocks as big as houses (and look like they could come rolling down from their hillsides any moment). One of my ventures (by car) took me to Titusville and the oil field where Colonel Drake discovered oil. But the amazing thing was seeing bald eagles nesting nearby. (Cleaning the environment there brought them back.)

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