Our oldest wagon roads frequently lay atop Native American trails.
'Tis the Season to be out in the woods; visibility good and bugs attenuated. The solstice is over, we are on the way to garden flowers erupting in the middle of nowhere season. Owing to climate change, that season creeps further up into what we used to call "winter". We'll start looking for daffodils in January this year. Last year it was in February\, and the year before that April. We remember when it was an April-May event. Recent finds: Just a week of so ago a friend of the Trading Path Association called to say he thought he'd seen some old, old bridge abutments near his home. We went for a walk in the woods and, sure enough, he'd found a bridge abutment and it was very old. [A bit more on dating hypotheses below] Then we followed the old road course over a little hogback, and down at the bottom of the hogback, on another little creek was another very old bridge. Near by the old roadbed we spotted what appeared to be a "trail tree...