I went up to the family farm today. I haven’t gone since mid-fall because I’m paranoid about overtaxing my car. Really, it’s almost 90 minutes worth of driving. When I got there I could see that it was still too wet to drive up so I parked at the entrance. After I was done with my business, I looked off to the interstate and it seemed to me that it was a little more open than I last remembered.
A long time ago--shoot I was still in elementary—a lady from the gov’t stopped by and showed my grandparents a map. When I asked, I was told that the state was buying up some of their land up next to the interstate. According to my grandpa, it didn’t really change anything. I’m not sure if we are farming land that is officially the state’s or we were never farming the land they bought in the first place. What I did notice was that there was a free access point where there had been shrub and a barbed wire fence. Aside from the highway railing, there was nothing preventing me from walking onto the road.
It’s a good thing it wasn’t this open when I was living here. I know I would have snuck out for a visit.