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The road to our farm is a rock-based road, which is something in between a dirt road and a gravel road. Comparing it to a gravel road is really bragging, though, since there’s not much rock put down on it. It’s rife with potholes big enough to hide bears, creeks running across it and down it, steep drop-offs with no guard rails, and unrelenting natural beauty. There is no mail service, no school bus, no trash pick-up. And in the winter when it’s icy? There’s no way out.
If you haven’t seen this one, I wrote a post about the road back when we were still building the house: The Road Home.
I thought you might enjoy this short video clip taken from the rear of my SUV while driving down the road. It gives a better idea of what it’s really like than a photo alone. Put your seat belts on–it’s a bumpy ride!
(These aren’t rain puddles you’ll see in this video. Those are creeks that run in the road every day all year.)
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