I have lived in my neighborhood for over four years. It's your normal kind of neighborhood - houses, yards, dogs barking early in the morning. All the things you expect when living amongst other people in northern Michigan, or almost anywhere, really.
But across the street is a wooded area with a long-ago two-track now covered by ivy and myrtle. I haven't spent much time over there despite my general preference for being in the woods in my free time. So I wandered over on a recent Sunday morning to explore a bit.
An old bridge crosses a creek. Who built it? Long before my time, and it certainly has been used anytime in recent memory.
Atop a rise are the remain of a cabin. It had a door and windows. Did someone actually live here? It would appear so. A wooden deck sits covered by plants now, and someone had taken the time to cover smaller rocks with concrete to give the impression of a large stone.
Not much is left. A holey roof, rotted floorboards and a storage room of rusted paint cans.
So many questions from this little house in the woods. They'll probably always go unanswered.