The Old Homestead - We had the upstairs apartment (the middle door). Butch and Mary Snyder lived below us and used the door at this end of the house.  The third apartment at the far end was occupied by the Gearharts when I was little and then by Tom and Margaret Strohm, when I was older.  The porch on the 2nd story is different than when we were kids.  Ours had no roof and had no stairs down to ground level.  It also extended for most of the width of the house.

This building has had a long history.  It was originally a mill that used water from the dam to turn a water wheel located on the far end of the building.

Looking at the back of the pump station, which pumps water from the Hundred Springs dam up to the Tyrone paper mill.

An old watering trough used to be at the right side of the picture, which was a popular spot for travellers, and there was always one or two cars stopped there.  
It was removed 15-20 years ago, which is a shame as you could always pull up and get a cool drink of that wonderful Hundred Springs water.

The "Crick" - There is a lot more water flowing now than there was back when I was a kid.  You used to be able to walk up that pipe (it carries the water from the dam to the paper mill) without getting your feet wet.
 
Back under the bridge arch there was a good trout hole, that always had a fish or two.  We used to dam the stream here with rocks, etc.  It was great fun.

Looking down the stream to where it goes through a culvert under the highway. When I was a kid, there used to be paths along the stream but it looks like no one plays there any more.
 
Along with the brook trout, the crick was loaded with what we called "muddy grubbers", small primitive looking fish.  These were what I think were Mottled Sculpins, see this Link.

On the other side of the highway is the Juniata River, which is one of the premier trout streams in Pennsylvania today, and is quite a beautiful river.  But back then was contaminated with paper mill effluent and sewage.  Hundreds of big suckers would occasionally hover in the clear waters of the stream as it entered the Juniata, and you could have a lot of fun jigging them with a treble hook.

Walking up to the dam, looking back at the Pump station.  We used to park in the station (Ours was the door to the left of the red box), but it looks like the residents now park outside.  There used to be a shed over the fire hydrant, that was used for storing fire hoses.

Looking at the lake behind the dam.  The concrete wall at the left extends the full length of the dam and divides the dam from the "Little Stream" (see explanation in following photos.)

There are still trout in the dam, although not the big monsters that my neighbor, Butch Snyder and his brothers, would release into the dam after catching them and keeping them alive. Butch was quite vigilant in keeping fishermen out, including me.

Looking at the dam - you can see all the moss growing in the dam.  One of the big events in my childhood was the annual cleaning of the dam, where they would drain the dam and workers would remove all the moss.  When the dam was drained and the moss removed, you could see the remains of an old wooden pipe that was used to transport water to the mill below.

Spillway at the face of the dam.  To drain the dam, they would open the gate to the right of the spillway and a huge gusher of water would spout out and quickly fill this space.

Looking down from the top of the spillway.  Carpenters would build a dam at the mouth of the tunnel that would have slats that let the water through but would trap the fish.  After filling the area, they would close the gate and men would use nets to catch all the fish that had escaped and put them into holding tanks to be released back into the dam when the cleaning was over.

One of the "Hundred Springs" - this is a concrete enclosed pool that was part of the park that was here in the latter part of the 19th century, as described in the book, Tyrone of Today published in 1897.

An excerpt from "Tyrone of Today" about "Hundred Springs Park", can be found HERE

This video gives you a better appreciation of this beautiful place.  Since the watering trough has been removed, this is where I get my cool drink of Hundred Springs water now that the watering trough has been removed.  

There is much more flow from out of the ground outside of the pool than there was when I was a kid.  Coincidentally, there is another concrete enclosed pool about 30 feet to the right of this one.  While it was never great, that pool has almost no flow today.

The outlet from the spring goes through a pipe under the road into this stream.

Through this pipe flows the "Little Stream", which is kept separate from all the other water from the many springs that flow into the Hundred Springs reservoir.  As kids, we would walk down the pipe and on occasion would clamber through it (its long dark and wet)

Walking along the pipe - at 68 it's a little more difficult than when you are 9.  This is not the original pipe - when I was a kid, it was not the corrugated type but smooth, making it a little easier to walk on.  They've also replaced some of the concrete saddles supporting the pipe as these have degraded over the years.

Just up the old road from the pipe is this small culvert left over from the park.

This path is much more overgrown than it was when I was a kid.  My story, "The Raccoon" took place just to the left of this photo.

Back when I was in high school, they had piled a bunch of old 12-16 inch dia (based on my memory) pipe here.  They have all been removed.  The road goes on a little way to the left and soon peters out.  From here you can follow the path along the "Little Stream".

A little further on is this spring, which is full of water cress.  The spring gushes out from the hill.

The outflow from the spring in the previous photo.

Following the path on the "Little "Stream" is the boundary of what we used to call the "Jungle", a tangle of Rhododendrons that would take you all day to make your way through, even when you were a kid.

This view is looking into the "Jungle" from the path along the berm on the side of the "Little Stream".

At the upper end of the "Jungle" is a swampy area that has been diverted into a ditch that runs along the eastern side of the "Jungle".  The stream that runs into the ditch is separated from all the other springs and streams that drain into the 100 Springs dam.  I never knew why they separated these drainages, but nature has reversed the man made diversion.  The ditch carrying the stream has been silted up and the stream has eroded through the bank and is now dumping into the "Jungle" as shown here.

At the end of the trail following the berm along the "Little Stream" is a small marshy area.  If you go through the brush you come to the "Upper" road.  The "Jungle" is to the right of the picture.  This road is disappearing as nature is taking over.

One of the rites of passage as a youth growing up at Hundred Springs is "Walking the dam".  This is walking along the top of the wall along the length of the dam.  It is very narrow (about 6 inches) and you have the water on one side and about 8 feet drop to the "Little Stream" on the other.  

About half way there is a series of steps to test your balance. At 68 it was probably foolish to try to do this, but it is just something that you do for yourself - so I did it.  I couldn't take a video as I did along the "Pipe" (I'm not that stupid), but I did it.  Going down the steps was difficult.  On the steps there used to be a recognizable raccoon footprint in the concrete, but that is now just an oval impression.