Corduroy Road

Last weekend when we were up on Sockeye Lake Road/Trail ..we came across this stretch of road. Can you tell what is special about it?

It is part of an exposed old corduroy road, years ago logs were placed across low swampy areas and covered with sand to form a road. It worked to make a passable road. Neither Far Guy or I have seen an exposed corduroy road in a number of years. The most famous of roads in our area is the "old corduroy road" ..but it was rebuilt by the DNR some time ago, and only exists in our minds. It used to lead to a great hunting area, and crossing that section of old logs was always a bit of an adventure especially in wet years.

Today Deer Hunting Season begins in Minnesota. I used to hunt, so did Far Guy, our girls attended firearms safety classes and accompanied their Father hunting several years. I found that I am not a good hunter, I hate to kill anything, and I used to cry for the poor deer that Far Guy brought home to butcher. We discovered that what we both liked about hunting was just getting out into the woods..and we can do that anytime since we moved into the woods. I still like to hunt with my camera! :)

A Doe with her twin fawns November 06, 2009 ..last night just at dark at the end of our road.

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5 Responses to Corduroy Road

  1. TechnoBabe says:

    Omigosh, I never heard of corduroy road before this post. I saw the logs right away, how fun to learn more about them.

  2. PrairieWoman says:

    I have never heard of them either. Great pictures as always.

  3. buffalogal says:

    Wonderful pictures and I recognized a corduroy road right away. I remember seeing such road construction near my Dad’s old deer camp…east on Hwy 113 with a left hand turn into the woods before you came to Bad Medicine Lake. My Dad called it “the second best turn in the world” and the BEST turn in the road was the little woodsy trail that led to the tarpaper shack in the camp. It was on Reservation land and my Dad and his hunting pals rented it yearly from the WhiteEarth reservation. Native trappers used the cabin in the wintertime and always left some wild rice or other dry food as a thank you to the hunting guys. Today makes me think of my Father who loved to go to deer camp, as much to relax, nap, have fun with his friends as to get a deer. Some years he did not get one and we were never sorry as the deer woods had too tangy a flavor in their meat. Ugh! I can smell it cooking yet! It was as wild tasting as it can get.
    Lovely pictures of the deer at twilight. You NEED to get all your wonderful photos published in a wonderful book. You could use Chances’ pictures in a childrens’ book you know…it would make a great story and I can almost write it right now just seeing some of the pics of Chancey Boy…my honey boy and my sweetie dogger! You have to share him with me. I still miss my “Mac” after many many years!!!!

  4. Ann says:

    The road that runs past our place is an old corduroy road. When we move here in 1970 it would always break through in the spring. The township has build the road up over the years. I couldn’t believe my eyes the first time it happened. Great picture. Bring back old memories.

  5. Avatar of abra la mente says:

    I’ve driven on many ‘washboard avenues’, but never a corduroy road! Be careful out there ‘hunting’ these next couple weeks…we don’t want anyone mistaking our dear for a deer.