Johnson

The hill farms failed first. In the 1800s, New Hampshire's rocky upland farms couldn't compete with the deep topsoil of the Midwest once the railroads connected the two, and whole townships in the backcountry emptied as families moved west. The villages that served those farms — the general store, the grange hall, the one-room school — went with them. Later, the mills followed the same arc: textiles to the South, shoes and paper to wherever labor was cheapest. Johnson is what that long, slow economic migration looks like at ground level. The stone walls outlast everything, marching through woods that used to be pasture.

The on-the-ground condition of Johnson is unverified — it's listed here with unknown status. That could mean standing buildings, or an empty field. Go prepared for either, and consider sharing what you find so the record improves.

Nobody has confirmed the access situation, so treat any visit as reconnaissance: verify land ownership first, and be ready to admire from the road.

Here's the honest truth: access to Johnson is unverified. We couldn't confirm whether the site sits on public land, private property, or something in between — so verify land ownership and local rules before visiting, and respect private property at all times.

Ghost-town etiquette is simple: take only photographs. Removing artifacts is illegal on public lands and disrespectful everywhere else — and on federal land it can be a serious offense.