Grafton is like that—those who know where to look can find artifacts of a bygone era hidden in the woods, like shipwrecks submerged in an arboreal ocean. There are cemeteries in various states of senescence, stone walls that echo farms long since abandoned, schools shuttered, mills decommissioned, and mines whose hollowed bones of stone stud the mountains—all demonstrating the abject failure of three centuries of attempts to subjugate wild nature.
