In my area there are lots of old homesteads and I love exploring them. Some are very old, from the time of the first white settlers, Generally there is nothing left of them except some rocks where a foundation was and maybe a stone chimney still standing. These were log houses from early 1800's. There is often the remains of a stone
root cellar, sometimes a well is still in tact. I have garlic collected from one of them and a collection of various items such as a heavy iron door knob and a few other things collected from them. One of these is on my place, the root cellar from it is fantastic and completely intact but unfortunately not close
enough to my house to be of use. If there was ever a road to that side of my place it has been gone a long time, more likely there never was one.
My whole neighborhood is like that. About the same time I bought my place the state bought about 4000 acres and made a fish and wildlife area. It included several of these old pioneer homesteads and also a bunch of more modern ones. The more modern ones were also mostly abandoned but in more recent decades and were accessible by roads. The state tore them all down and made public access parking areas. Before they bulldozed and laid down gravel I visited and collected things like:
Roses
Irises
Peonies
More garlic
Walking onions
Cat mint
Lilac - puny little flowers compared to modern varieties but the fragrance is amazing
Asparagus
Already dressed building stones and bricks
Cast iron pipes
Various glassware and stone jars
Lots of old barn siding and old but good lumber of various size and type
This list would be much larger if I took time to look around and think about it but you get the picture.
Behind my house in the neighbor's pasture is the remains of a very old homestead, just a roughly rectangular pile of rocks. The grave of the revolutionary war soldier that was granted 640 acres for his service is also supposedly somewhere nearby. We checked thoroughly for it before I built my house. The
pond I believe associated with it is on my land. Really just a seasonal mud puddle now, there must have been more
water in the ground back then. The west boundry of my place is the Greenville Treaty Line, never rescinded by agreement of both parties so the other side is still Indian land.