We’ve been waiting for the chance to explore the little stream that runs by here, which shows on the maps as Beaver Run. It comes from the south, up in the foothills, gathers a few little tributaries, and then cuts through the hollow across the road, and brushes by our property on the way to Jordon Hollow Farm Inn, and then somewhere over there joins the Hawksbill Creek.
Mary and I went down to the edge of the property by the little pump house and poked through to the stream. On our side of the road the flow is mostly shallow and ripples over rocky spots, but I was pleased to find some pools that are deep enough to shelter trout…I’ll need an expert opinion on this, because the stream is not stocked, although Hawksbill Creek is, and some of them could make their way up here.
As we walked back into the fens and wash areas, there were old sapling stumps where beavers have gnawed them down, so the name is legitimate, but there aren’t any fresh signs of activity from the rodents. Also, we found a small waterfall, which is probably too far away from the house for us to hear it, although we do hear the stream on still nights.
We got into the back areas where the stream borders on the farm, directly under the bluff on the adjoining half acre behind us, and found that part of the stream diverts and fills a cow pond back there.
Another highlight beyond the adventure – incidentally, we were never more than a quarter mile from the house during this excursion. We found a previous version of the house sign, which had been discarded and replaced by the current one. It was blue, in a color that we’ve seen inside the house, and nicely lettered in way that made it clear it had been done by the artist who built the place. Mary decided we should retrieve it and brought it back – we’ll hang it in a suitable place somewhere, probably on the garage or the shed. 
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