Cliff took this picture from the top of our barn, looking north. Beyond those furthest hay bales, where the pasture narrows, is what we call "the point"; it isn't unusual to see turkeys and deer feeding there. If you were to walk as far back on the point as possible and head downhill, you'd see my cabin, which I deliberately located where it couldn't be seen from the house. Those trees line some of the deepest ditches and hollows you'll see this side of the Grand Canyon (OK, that's an exaggeration, but they're deep). You can see, to the right, the plowed earth where we planted the alfalfa. On the left is the fence that seperates our land from Marvin's.
This is the area I walk across, going to my cabin.
When we bought this house, it came with six acres. None of what you see in the picture was ours. Who'd have thought we would get the opportunity to buy enough adjoining land to make 42 acres, all told? We had to re-finance the place to be able to buy it, and at least half of it is useless for farming, or even pasture. But we have enjoyed it so much! Yes, it's been worth the $1,000 an acre over and over.
I hope you enjoyed your tour of my pasture; check your shoes, you may have stepped in something while we were back there.