Imagine the trickling of the brook as water races to bubble over stones. The soft hooves of deer leisurely grazing on the grasses. The crisp smell of the salty, fresh air. The cries of hungry seagulls and ospreys.
This was the natural state of the area that would come to be known as the Stony Brook Grist Mill, an area referred to by the Algonquin people as “wopowog”. In their language, this translates to “the crossing place”, or “the land at the narrows”.
