Our cabin is up north, in an area that is heavily forested. And in fact has always been so, with one brief exception. The logging boom of the late 1800s clear cut the woods leaving behind an eerie landscape of stumps. As this land was of no further use to the timber companies they were willing to sell it off cheap to anyone willing to farm it.
And some very hardworking folks gave it their best shot in the time period of roughly 1895 to 1930. A few fams still can be seen. Almost none are growing crops, as the soil is really unsuited for anything but trees. But here and there one encounters pasture land for cattle and horses. Until recently there was a small buffalo ranch down the road.
But more often you run across the ruins of farms that did not succeed. The latter day pioneers dynamited the stumps, heaved the rocks up into piles, plowed the thin sandy soil and hoped for the best. Some went under quickly, others probably hung on until the Great Depression dried up credit and motivated struggling banks to call in struggling loans.
Scenes from a recent walk in the woods:
Nearby a stove, and parts of at least one more vehicle.