But, I digress.
Back to the old mills, brothers.
On a recent country drive, looking for signs of spring, we took the road less travelled, and followed a local area map to Burnt Bridge Road. It is always, to me, a bit of a shock to find a lovely, hidden little patch of nature, and one of the thoughts I find myself always thinking at these times is, "Has anyone else been here before? Am I the first? " I might add, that this is asked hopefully, as I am one of "those people" who will find secret places to sign my name, like on the inside of window frames in my childhood home the day we moved, so that years later, it would be discovered that I had lived there. I know. Sad. But true.
In this particular case, I most assuredly wasn't the first...but I felt like no one had been here for at least awhile...
I've lived in the Ottawa Valley for about 25 years, and have never seen this grinding stone, or heard of it's existence before. But indeed, here it sat. A round granite monolithe in the middle of sort of nowhere.
And it had a friend.
You know, when you're expecting something, like say, the Eiffel Tower to appear because you happen to be in Paris -when it appears, you're excited and slightly giddy, because it's smaller than you thought it would be, but exactly like it's supposed to look like. Only, uh, smaller.
Well. That's remotely what this was like.
"Well, lookie here!! Two grinding stones, in the middle of absolutely the bush in the middle of the Sunday drive to nowhere!"
And they're big! Well, teeny mini stonehenges, but still -about 5 feet in diameter. They didn't roll here all by themselves, that's fer sure!
(We don't get out much you now know.)
So, the Burnt Bridge had actually been rebuilt and standing on it, I could pick out this year's now not so secret picnic spot to which you're all invited.
(on the right..see? where the sunlight hits just right?)
And time was spent in that ponderous moment wondering "where does all that water come from? Where does it go?"
Someone should have built a grist mill here a hundred years ago!
Oh. They did.
Clever, resiliant, reliable pioneers.
And while there were a few water watchers down by the old mill stream,
it became apparent that they'd rather be left alone.
Out in the middle of somewhere.
Someone had already signed their name. So, of course, I didn't.