SOME EVENTS some flakes on the way down stopped by and therefore piled up along the fine branches outline the lacing of the woods running up and down the hills and into the ravines the square empty shell of the grist mill's foundation walls opens to the clear or greenish water of raccoon creek that rose and twice killed the mill till the old man wouldn't rebuild but wouldn't leave the land either so he lived on it till he died and left that way if you park by the stone angel in the corner of the cemetery the walk on the muddy old road over to the track going down and across the face of the bluff under the hemlocks then creekside to the ruins takes twenty minutes