I painted this at the junction of Jordan and Big Creeks in Concord. The LMP owns this land, but it is rough country and is not open to the public at this time. Concord Furnace once stood where I set up my easel, a metal-working operation in the 18oos, of which I could not find a trace. Our forefathers wasted nothing, so it was probably dismanteled, saving the bricks and hand-hewed beams for other sites. The shale cliffs here comes to a sharp angle, which we named "The Point" when we were kids growing up in Concord.
I saw lots of beaver tracks here , resembling a trough in the snow, formed by dragging their wide, flat tails as they munched on thin saplings, falling them to drag to the creek to build their nearby lodge.