Royalston

  

Royalston Falls--80 ft.

A couple of weeks ago when the world was still green, we drove way up to Royalston and hiked to the falls. I fell in love with the place. Royalston is a tiny old New England town surrounded by wilderness. The town square is perfectly manicured and surrounded by picturesque white-washed buildings: a church, a library, and town hall. There were no shops or storefronts. Sheep grazed in a small field behind one of the white houses in town. I didn't know such places still exist. I wish I would have taken some pictures of the town.

The falls were equally interesting. At the beginning of the hike we found an old cemetery in the middle of the woods that was oddly well-maintained. In fact, many of the graves were decorated with flowers and flags. But, here's the thing:  all of the markers were from the 18th and 19th centuries!  I wondered about the person who spends his (or her)  time caring for these very old graves in the middle of the woods--why does he do it? My imagination has been spinning all sorts of stories about ghosts and curses and unrequited love.

I'm definitely going back to Royalston again...maybe next Sunday.