We left the highway and soon found ourselves out in daboonies. I love doing appraisals in the country, because I never know what will show up around the next bend.
We saw a wonderful old barn:
I really am a backroads kinda wahine.
Across the way, we saw an old barn and a lovely creek. I thought, what a wonderful place for a homestead.
Close-up of the barn…
…and the old homestead. As always, I wondered who had lived there. Sometimes when we’re in places like this together, Julie and I make up stories about the people we imagine could have decided to make this place their home. Maybe I will write a story about these people sometime!
We crossed over the creek.
There were still remains of snow on the ground as we climbed the hill.
We were right next to the creek again, which was zig-zagging its way along the roadside.
Nolemana took some photos with his new camera.
And more with mine.
This old house made me sad. I wondered again what it’s history was.
We saw more snow; I have no idea what the altitude was here, but it was pretty wooded, which is probably why the snow stuck around.
Part Two ends with this photo of an old bulldozer; I am always on the lookout for unusual things to photograph, and this certainly qualifies. I absolutely love this photo!