When I was a kid I loaded up that hay barn with hay, more times than I want to count..... My grandfather grew alfalfa in all of those fields on a lease from the game dept. I think I still have pieces of the seat of that old F-250 lodged somewhere from my grandfather coming down that road in a blizzard. My great uncle lived in the house up there. Killed more rattlesnakes in a summer up there than I could even count, mason jars full of rattles that I wish I still had.
The country up there has changed a lot, we hardly saw a soul up there back then, nothing like the pumpkin patch it is now - especially with the puffy jacket and skinny jean crowd running around up there now.