Flutterby™! : Willow bog

A few days ago my dad sent me the lat & lon of the aforementioned Mount Greylock Ski Club, and I went on a "virtual tour of the Berkshires" kick. I grew up, first through seventh grade, in the house with the red back side, we called it "Willowbog", for obvious reasons (though the willow is less obvious). The outhouse is still there. The house across the street is much bigger. We used to swim and sail a sunfish in the larger pond to the north (there's a barely visible trail through that field), and my grandfather built me a little rowboat in which we used to row around the bog behind the house, and in winters we'd skate there, when it had been cold for a while we could go south through that area that's been kept clear by the flowing water. The house to the south wasn't there yet, the rough but mostly cleared area south of the outhouse was all garden, and our largest tree fort was built with construction scraps in an old oak tree, the remains of which you can see along the road.

That I can pick a random place and see it again with that much detail on a whim is completely amazing. That it hasn't changed much in two and a half decades amazes me more.

Where'd you grow up?