I kind of thought the old bottle collectors would like the dump area. I used to go out and dig around the old dumps and pick up old bottles. They came in every color, and had the strangest shapes, red being quite rare, and from what I understand, it took real gold to make red glass back in the day? Found quite a few of those old two finger bottles that you see on TV...you know where the old Hill Billy sticks his finger in the holes, tosses it over his shoulder and takes a swig...those bottles. There are even some 1950 something car bodies back in the woods with trees growing up right around them. Who knows maybe they are worth something.
Originally Posted by MJ Isles
The old Inn is also kind of cool. Lots of junk stuffed inside there too. You got to watch out though, there are plenty of old Hand Dug Wells. The old timers put metal plates and boards over the tops of them to make them safe, but they are rusted out and rotted now, so if you don't know where they are, you could find yourself in a whole lot of trouble. There are at least four on my property, but I don't tell anyone where they are...you never know when you need to hide a body or two Just kidding there...we have the Atlantic Ocean which isa lot bigger
Eventually I want to do the same kind of thing with the rest of my property; that is taking pictures and giving a nice tour online. Its a daunting and time consuming task though. What I showed was about 100 acres worth of open land. The next 300 acres is a little harder to see and harder to get to. I'm going to try to get pictures of it before the leaves come out, because taking pictures of woodlots in the summer means all you see are leaves. I take care of Alyson on Fridays, so as the days get better and the snow dwindles, I can take her with me via backpack or pull her around in her sled. She just loves it, which makes the task that much more sweeter.
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"