No Stone Unturned..

Bill was to utter this comment after our second entire full day visiting the stones. We found stones that are not even on the tourist map. We travel to this one place called Sunhoney Farm, a private farm in thick weeds up to our thighs, down a path that was three feet narrow barbed wired fencing on both sides to keep the cows and bulls on the private land. At one point, Bill and I are walking down that path and these bulls and cows are either following us because we look like lunch or they are curious. You have to understand I am city boy. I can handle pimps, drug dealers, muggers, taxi cab drivers and lawyers but I do not know jack shit about the psychology of animals. I tell Bill this and he mentions he worked on a farm one summer as a kid. I said, good Bill you take the point on this one. He said but that it was a long time ago in the past. Well, Bill, at this point in our lives isn't that most things? He chuckled, yea you're right and went down the path until we came to the clearing. Sun honey was hard to find, difficult to transgress but like most of life the things you work for, you really appreciated.
We then though numerous mistakes, down wrong roads, asking for directions and still not getting it right. We come upon a small church build in 1797 with a graveyard behind the church. In the midst of all the graves we come to a small but wonderful stone circle. I hope are photos do the serenity of the scene and lovely little church justice. I doubt it but I can hope.
Part 2 of the day to follow....

Sunhoney Farm.

After driving down a dirt farm road we parked and this was the beautiful vision that began on trek.

The long, uneven ankle hurting trail down to the stones. Notice the approaching animal on the right. His gang following behind

I was happy I made it alive...I am no F***in Dr. Doolittle.

Here you can see the high and thickness of whatever that is grass, weeds.

Self portrait with my own camera. Am I the only one who hates 99 percent of all photos of themselves? And when did my hair turn grey? There is song from a Broadway show, that escapes me at the moment where he sings about not remembering growing old.

I look much better from a distance, like mile, mile and a half.