100 Years


As I walk down this particular stretch of snowmobile trail, I feel something almost magical in the air. Although it’s just a trail through the woods in the middle of nowhere now, a hundred years ago it was the burgeoning Main Street of the Mohawk Mining Location. These locations, as they were called, would spring up overnight anywhere that iron ore was found, and then, when the ore was gone,  would just as quickly disappear.

They had a large school here (the only remnant left here is the school’s concrete basement hidden in thick underbrush), a general store, and many houses.

As I walk along, I like to think I hear children playing in the muddy street, or groups of miners thumping down the ubiquitous boardwalks on their way to the underground mines, or perhaps the aroma of some Scandinavian dish wafting through the neighborhood.  Babies cried here. Kettles boiled over. Jalopies got stuck. Life happened here.

This is the same stretch of road a century ago.




15 thoughts on “100 Years

  1. Thank you for your wonderful description of ‘what once was’. You brought the photo at the end to life and gave the photo at the beginning new meaning. I was raised in the Kirkland Lake Gold Camp in Northeastern Ontario. It will be celebrating its 100th anniversary this year and I’m delighted to say that after a history of seven mines and a ‘street of gold’ its still there:)

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