A Two Mile Walk In The Country

A mile to the mail box, a mile back, if I walked it daily I would be fit and trim. Which I don't and I am not. I've walked the two mile hike maybe 4 times. Once when the pigs got loose and I had to round them back up and herd them home. The other times when for some odd reason I felt energetic, full of vim and vigor. That rarely occurs. During the summer I walk half way up and back to the blackberry patches quite a few times. But not the full 2 mile course.

Heading out and up our access road.

Stopping to get the mail, looking left. You can't really see them, but one of the neighbors horses are at the fence line on the opposite side of the road. That's our nice neighbors field. We use to buy hay from him.

Now we are coming back down the road towards the farm, about a half mile in, we are close to the property line of our "not so nice neighbor" on the right. The No Trespassing sign is the marker.

And the color purple...trees, poles, posts...anything he could... he painted purple. There is a MO statute that says that any person trespassing onto property marked by purple paint can be found guilty of a first-degree trespassing charge.
As long as I stay on the road, we are safe. Just can't step off very far or will venture past the 20 ft. easement. Wouldn't want to do that now would we.

I love the splashes of red. In a week or two the colors should be more vibrant.

We are about home. Around the curve up there.