For my birthday,
my wife and I took my daughter, Elizabeth out to explore the slate cut
below Newton. We hadn't been there in about ten years and I wanted to
try and get some better pictures than I have.
We parked at the
Yates Avenue crossing and put Elizabeth in her umbrella stroller. She
resisted, for that matter, she wound up pushing the stroller herself
for most of the way. I don't mind going slow, as it gives me a chance
to creep along the sides of the ROW to look for 'bones.'
On this stretch,
none of the telegraph poles have survived. There should be a mile marker
and a whistle post along here also, but alas, they too are missing.
A few bikers and
dog walkers passed us as we approached
the cut. Even though
the sun was coming from the opposite end of the cut, I was able to get
picture looking south (towards Andover.)
Elizabeth and my
wife decided to climb up on top of the cut, so I ventured on to the
other end where I looked into the remains of a small slate
quarry. It's located to the left as you face the cut looking towards
Newton (north.) There is a path/dirt
road along the left side of the quarry leading west. I did not follow
it as I know it's private property.
Just south of the
cut, I noticed a concrete 'monument' poking up from the leaves. These
are surveyors markers placed along the property line of the railroads
for measurement purposes. If you've ever seen a surveyor's map, you
will have noticed little arrows pointing to 'pipes' and 'pins.' Monuments
are more formal markers, which usually have either a nail in the top
or a round button.
When the family
caught up to me, I wanted to go back by way of the the ridge, Elizabeth
at first wanted to accompany me, but then decided Mommy was a better
companion. While this was going on, one of the strangest sites I've
seen came through the cut. A team of six
dogs pulling a sled on wheels rattled through. Talk about oddball
was taken back down to the trail, I continued onward along the top of
the cut. Ten years ago, when we were last here, we found a telegraph
pole here, but it has since either fallen or been taken down. The stumps
I found were moss covered.
At the north end
on this ridge, I found a 'rail monument.' This is a length of rail inserted
into the ground much like a concrete monument for surveyor's measurements.
My little girl was kind enough to pose for the picture with my walking
from my friend, James Sorochinski
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