A Little Cartography

Many years ago, my Cousin Chris and I were constant companions in the woods around Camden, NY. In particular, we explored the region between our homes. His place was several miles away to the west if you took the old dirt road that emerged onto the highway 50 yards from the house I grew up. We also did a lot of camping and hiking in the woods east of my own home.

Here’s what that area looks like today (well, a few years ago via Google Earth):

I grew up along Route 70 – Wolcott Hill Road – about two miles from the town of Camden. Wolcott Hill Road runs roughly South to North away from Camden, so this view is oriented with East at the top and West at the bottom. You can see the small lake in the lower half of the image; that is a reservoir, and part of Camden’s waterworks system. If you were to walk due West from the South corner of the reservoir, you’d come out on Wolcott Hill Road right next to my childhood home.

From the ages of 12 to 16 or so, I started making maps of our haunts out in this section of land. When I was 19, I decided to make a larger, more refined version of the map, bringing together all of the various places we used to camp and hunt. The result is below.

Watercolor map of area around my home. 24×22 inches. 1996.

There are some obvious mistakes of guesstimation here, most glaringly in the position of Route 85, which we locals know as Skinner Settlement Road. There is also some distortion of the placement of various fields, and a bit of miscalculation of distances, but I’m pretty pleased with my effort since I did not use any proper map as a source.

There are some great memories here.

At Winter’s Night, we camped in -2° weather. In the morning, we were lying in impressions in the hard snow caused by our heat coming through the tent.

At Cowadunga, we cooked venison in beer and used hard, flat cow poop for fuel – hence the name we gave the place.

The Reservoir Cabin Site was a special spot, and we stayed there quite a few times.

One night, at View, we had amazing, super clear skies all night long. It seemed as if we could see forever.

Though we never camped at Lone Tree Hill, we often climbed the massive maple there.

At Earthview we had one of our strangest camping trips ever, when we were accosted by a large number of Woodland Jumping Mice. What seemed like dozens of them came through our area, but the issue was that this was in the wee hours of the morning, so it was very dark, and the rhythm of their jumps through the underbrush sounded like footsteps. Pretty wild.

I’m glad I made documents like this throughout my teenage years. Though most are in a more rough or not so presentable state, they represent my attention to and interest in my surroundings and experiences. I’m glad to have them.

4 thoughts on “A Little Cartography

  1. Again I Flash back to, My Side of the Mountain. That was the first real book I ever read and was totally into. I did not understand how written words can translate a feeling, a sight….more than that. I had never seen myself in anything I attempted to read. That book was different. I had more than a handful of people, moms mostly and teachers who took the time to look at me DID SEE that I had something to offer. That book, with its wonderful illustrations proved to me that there was the possibly of me having something to offer in this life I am living.
    It’s about Transcending the day to day which we all must do in order to see the path we are on. Study it a bit. A bit more. See to the necessary, an extra full cord of hardwoods to escape those chilly March days when it’s becoming clearer and clearer that the face cord alone will leave you short.
    Richard Brautigan wrote this poem once:
    “It’s not quite cold enough to go ask my neighbor if he’s got any extra fire wood.”
    He was living with his mom in a trailer behind some huge log piles by the railroad tracks. Just south of Tacoma. He wrote, Trout Fishing in America. The next good book for me. You can skip the Bowling Trophy book. That is depression when spread out completely on a Formica table top, photographed
    and translated into the written word. Everything else is Bible Truths revealed.
    You are now assigned to read his. In Watermelon Sugar. It is the purest example of written out, not painted, surrealism. You will be completely instep by the end of page 1. This is a promise. I promise you will see the super real served up neatly and made completely of Watermelon Sugar.

  2. It must have been fascinating growing up outside of town but Not on a farm. I went to school with a fair number of farm kids. Everyone of them had “chores”. This was stuff you were REQUIRED to do before leaving. Did you ever plant stuff? It’s fun watching it come up all on its own.
    You mentioned once how you liked to fix things. This gives you a fairly good idea of how everything work. It’s all antiquated now.
    I went to that FireMan show a week ago Saturday. They have a new jaws of life. The first and most notable were operated with compressed air. They were very heavy. That’s an entire subset of interest. You got a new Fire Mans tool, show me. It works on a lithium ion battery. Still quite heavy but you no longer need to be of football size to use one. The single greatest tool for saving lives.
    You can bet there is some heavy fighting between systems. There is also one that compresses
    Grape Neigh soda. You can shoot it all the way across that slim section of Maryland. You need a fire engine. Not necessarily a Fire Truck.

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