Sunday, February 20, 2011

Private Eyes Are Watching You

This road might look familiar.  At the end of it is one of my favorite falling down houses on property that was once owned by my Great Uncle T. 

You might remember me telling you that this is a bit off the beaten path.  You have to leave regular roads and travel on a dirt road through to the other side of a state park to reach this bit of private property.

And even way out here, we have the neighborhood watch.

Seriously.. Thoughts?


  1. Is this the place where, down the Hall, they grew the Oates?