Walking along Beaver Dam Road Road looking at the ramshackle hobby farms… π‘ π½ π π
Walking along Beaver Dam Road Road looking at the ramshackle hobby farms… π‘ π½ π π
The smell of hay and manure in the air, the junk equipment, the peeling paint. The old mattress piled on the brush pile just waiting to be burnt. The grunt of the pigs and the bellowing of the cows. A gun shot rings out in the distance, a four wheeler roars along in the woods.
The country life. If I can experience it just by taking a city bus and walking a short distance I know it’s not that far away. It’s even closer if I were to take my big jacked up truck out there. With my job, I could certainly afford to live out in the country although I don’t, dreaming of a better tomorrow. I like run down, cheap and country stuff but also want to be able to have enough land so I’m not bumping up into others, or constantly fighting the stupid liberal laws of New York on guns and open burning or all the taxes and anti-rural laws.