On our second round of ghost town hunting, we decided to head up to The Old Hastings Road. I found a good quote about this area while searching around for some info, "While described in 1925 as 'one long trail of abandoned farms, adversity, blasted hopes, broken hearts and exhausted ambition', the Old Hastings Road continues to attract interest as a winding, rugged monument to the early pioneers who tried to settle this difficult but beautiful country." That pretty much sums it up...other than the fact that it's now something right out of the Beverley Hillbillies. It's a dirt road and is pretty rough and narrow with plenty of large, jagged boulders protruding from the road. At times, I was kinda creeped out being there because once you're down far enough on the road, it's a long way to get to the other side and get out. It definitely felt claustrophobic and all I could think of was getting stuck and being stranded...or worse, I'd have to knock on the door of Bobbi-Jo and Edgar Diddler's scrap metal shack and ask for assistance. I could hear the Deliverance banjo tuning up in the distance the whole time we were there.
We had no cellphone service and there weren't many people around. There are a lot of hunting camps on this road now that would only see action in the late fall (poor deer, run!) and that seems to be the road's primary use anymore. Other than the odd house you see here and there, this is one desolate road. As were were looking for one of the ghost towns called Glanmire, we came along to the Glanmire bridge.
The bridge itself is nothing special, although it's wonderfully old and crusty looking. What lies beneath the bridge is what amazed us. We later learned, when we stopped at a place called Murphy Corners and spoke to some strange locals on ATVs, that what we saw was known as The Underground River.
Apparently, this river mostly runs from a stream that flows under the rocks and is only above ground in the spring except for a few spots where the water pools in crevices.
When we headed off to see the cemetery up the road (all that is left of Glanmire), a gaggle of wild turkeys came by to say, "Please don't shoot us."
Next up will be a bleak tour of a totally trashed gas station in Murphy Corners that was turned into a house and now looks like a crack den. Also in the mix will be the most depressing graveyard ever. Chin up!