I've been exploring some of them on my repetitious trips back and forth to the radiology center. Thanks to the GPS in the car I can usually tell which streets are "through" streets and which ones are definitely dead ends.
So last week while exploring one that headed away from the main drag toward the Merrimac River, I discovered a road ends in a "T" intersection at Maudslay State Park. The park was apparently the estate of the Moseley Family at one time. There is a helpful and explanatory map at the State Park website.
It wasn't obvious which land was "State Park" land and which was privately owned. The right side of the "T" intersection presumably heads back toward Newburyport. My GPS showed that the road to the left side of the "T" intersection would take me South across the Artichoke River. So I zoomed in that direction until I couldn't zoom any more.
Obviously I wasn't going to cross THAT river! But wouldn't you like to live in this out of the way house with sky lights, and your own private bridge? So I back-tracked toward the "T".
This more traditionally designed and cobbled-together house was totally boarded up. What made me wonder is who was mowing the grass (and why) if nobody was living there... Or... perhaps it is on the Maudslay State Park property... but no one is in a rush to do anything about it. Might make a great B&B for all I know.
On the same narrow drive I discovered a traditional bright red house with non-traditional "yard art." One thing about the lack of zoning restrictions, HOA rules and the like is that property owners have lots of leeway to do what pleases them.
The imposing bricki and wrought iron gateway seems to lead to nowhere. Again, the grass is mowed, but there are no tire tracks in the grass before or after the gate way. Doesn't it make you wonder where the house is that went with the gate? Must have gone to the Moseley's home... but I didn't see any evidence of a "big imposing estate."
There was a well walked path toward the Merrimack.
Back at the "T" I saw a small sign indicating that some of the buildings comprised an Arts Center. YAY! ART!
I'm not sure where this small tight knit herd of cattle fit in.
But I artified some of them, just in case.
From dowdy to daring....
from prosaic to a puzzlement
Some were synchronized. Do you think there could ever be a bovine chorus line?
This one was as curious about me as I was about them.
Next, I turned the car for home. Again. New England in warm weather seems intent on celebrations. Big ones and little ones. It might be sheep and wool, quilts, Scottish highlands or just the fact that the ground was thawed out and producing produce.
This farm stand is humble but happy. I bought zucchini, roma style tomatoes and a bouquet of mostly zinnias. Nothing like months of snow to make you appreciate the rest of the year!
I think your house has to be more than 300 years old for anyone to be impressed.This house is on a newly developed road on what was apparently Parish land (Possibly related to the St. John the Evangelist Church across from Emery House. It's exceptionalism comes, in my opinion, from the way it is situated on the lot. I can imagine most anyone's well-heeled grandmother (or grandfather) holding court here.
And then there was actually a semi-contemporary home with LOTS of wood and California style (?) roof angles.