Back to The Place

We decided to turn the way back machine to mid-80s and visit The Place today.  The Place, the silly spot, the boiling point, P75-212 – it was known by many names.  During sophomore year at GDA we constructed a home away from home in the woods beyond the Ould Newbury Golf Course overlooking the Mill River.  We enjoyed it a ton through the end of junior year.  When we returned as seniors it was gone.  Unfortunately, it was a casualty of too much fame as some intrepid faculty figured it out and took it down.  So, when Cat Eveleth mentioned it recently on FB I though it would be a good expedition.

I think Gilly, or was it Jaime?, and I went out there 15-20 years ago.  The license plate was still there then, but today it is gone along with the tree it was nailed to.   There are a ton of prickers since it’s wetland and all we could find was one beer can and a rusty steel garbage can base.

There were people on the golf course so we went in from the dump and cut across through the woods.  We did find an excellent deer stand and climbed an awesome pine tree on the way.  There was some bouldering to get up the marsh to the bluffs where there was evidence that some Guvenas are still going there (see pic of Komodo chillin on cheesy bench).  It was a short hike into the past packed with fun telling young Komodo tales of sneaking in the night, ice fishing houses, cross bows and good friends.