About fifteen years ago, while we were still living in Massachusetts, I got so fed up with all the development occurring in the small coastal town we lived in that I decided to buy the biggest piece of land I could afford to keep in its natural state as a wildlife refuge. Every new house for a human destroys the homes of thousands of birds, bugs, and beasts. I ended up buying a piece of woodland and wetland fronting on a river in Maine, so far north it's almost in Canada. We went there a few times before moving back to Pennsylvania, but we hadn't been there for over ten years.
While we were recently in Camden, ME, we drove to the land. The forest had been logged ten or more years before I bought it, but it hadn't been ravaged like many pieces of woodland I had looked at. There were three old logging roads running back into the property. We had expected them to be overgrown with sturdy young trees, so we were surprised when the roads were still passable. Only a blanket of young firs, about a foot high, were filling in the space.
Between the firs and the deciduous trees, there were stands of white birch, adding accents to the dark.
I was excited to see signs of a deer scraping its antlers on a small tree. There are moose in the area, but I don't think the scrape was high enough to have been done by a moose.
The old logging roads will apparently stay fairly open for years to come, but it will be interesting to see how nature takes them back and hides them.