8 years, 11 months.
Part of the glory of owning a 4×4 Jeep Wrangler is that we get to explore roads most people wouldn’t be able to in their cars. Sunday after church, we drove down the barely visible path to take a look at some land that is being advertised for sale.
I had been noticing that wooded hill for the nearly 5 years we’ve lived at our house. And finally, now I know what’s out on that land that will ultimately likely be developed to become several more cookie-cutter neighborhoods.
We discovered an old abandoned farm and farmhouse; less than a half mile from the main road.
Obviously, we didn’t step foot inside the buildings: They are all on the verge of collapsing after the next gentle breeze.
But using the zoom on my camera, I was able to take a look at a magazine from 1977, as well as receipt from 1982.
In other words, the most recent proof of life at that place was a year after I was born- and I’m only a year and a half away from turning 40.
One of the strangest discoveries was what appeared to be what was left of an outhouse. It was just a small hole leading to a 10 feet deep put filled will some rainwater.
When you’re a teenager, you’ll be able to tell your friends what you saw that day, years before it all became it all was plowed over and became the next nice neighborhood.