Yesterday, I walked around the road to Grandma's hours, 5 miles, then back through the field this side of their place where the fence runs right west of their yard [I think the Horn's of Horn Bean fame lived on the place to the west of Grandpa when Daddy lived there], down the fence line to the hollow behind their house, down the hollow to the eastern fence line [I think Jesse Maples owned just to the east of Grandpa when Daddy lived their], down the fence line to the back [north] of Grandpa's land, then on across the next little rise, down the steep hill to the bottom land along the creek, and there was the creek. The one Daddy and his sisters and brothers walked to when they were kids. Then across the creek and up the David Combs land [Jack Robinson's land], along the back of Floyd's land, and up the fence line home, about 2 miles from where I wonder off the road at Grandma's house.
When Helen gets back here and Betty comes up, we can walk across the creek to Grandma's together. It will be such fun.
Starting out at sunrise, 7am.
Road just past Daddy's house.
Deer in Dan's pasture.
Top of Meek Hill.
JR Snow's cows.
Hill just past Coin Church, going toward's Eldridge farm.
Pam and Marie cleaning the Church, without Helen.
Eagle in field across from Eldridge's turkey houses.
Lane to Grandpa's house.
Ducks on Grandpa's pond.
In the field just west of Grandpa's fence line, not far from the road. The white mark in the distance just of the left of the cedar trees is the water tower on the Rock Quarry just across the hill from our land.
If you click to enlarge, the whitish speck in the distance just to the left of the dead tree in the foreground is Helen's house.
The fence on the west side of Grandpa's place, and the hollow behind their house.
Across the fence, and going down the hollow to the eastern property fence line.
Standing on the pond bank, I can see the top of Grandpa's barn.
Grandpa's homeplace, from the hollow below that little pond.
Down the eastern fence line, looking off south toward's Dry Creek.
Looking back up the eastern fence line to Grandma's house.
Down the eastern fence line south towards Dry Creek. I am sure some of these wooden fence posts were put in by Grandpa and his sons.
Looking towards Grandma's house.
Closer view, via the camera.
View back up the hollow towards Grandma's house.
South down the eastern fence line toward's Dry Creek.
East / South fence lines looking south.
Corner posts. The fence to the right is Grandpa's eastgern fence line. The fence running horizontally, is the fence between Grandpa's place and the one between him and Dry Creek. Unless, Grandpa's place ran all the way to Dry Creek. I cannot remember if it did or not. The people that own Grandpa's place today, have never owned all the way to Dry Creek. Morris heirs own the land across the fence here today. I am going to the court house and get the land records to see exactly what Grandpa owned. And, it will probably tell who owned the land on each side of him.
The cedar corner post, with the corner rock behind it. I am sure this post and rock have been here for 100 years or more.
Me at the cross-roads.
My new to me walking shoes. Bass brand with leather uppers and substantial soles, just my size for $6. I think they cost a lot more than that new, and whoever bought them must not have walked much because they are just a good as new.
Across the fence and looking back toward's Grandpa's place.
The knoll, just across the fence, looking south toward's Dry Creek and home.
Across that knoll and up the next one, then down this steep hill, toward's Dry Creek.
Trees at the edge of the bottom. I was not sure where Dry Creek was, but when I got to the trees and looked down the bank...
There was Dry Creek, about due north of Grandpa's western fence line.
Up the creek, looking west.
Down the creek looking east. See the rocks across the creek in the distance?
Rocks across Dry Creek. If you look at Dry Creek on Google Earth, satellite view, you can actually see these rocks.
Across the creek. The little Rex Robinson house in the field on the horizon.
David Comb's fence at the top of the bluff on the southern bank of Dry Creek. You can see the creek off to the left.
Same view, closer via camera, looking up the creek.
Down the creek.
Floyd's barn, and if you look closely maybe the red roof of Floyd's old house.
I am getting tired and looking for home. Whose trailer in the distance? Son's? No the Marr boy's.
Oh, boy, Helen's trailer and my house in the distance.
A horse, a horse!!! Home at 11 am, four hours and 7 plus miles later. Sisters, we will have so much fun walking this in April.