From Saturday-last. A frequent sign in the Ozarks: Smokey the Bear is letting you know the fire danger in our old growth forests.
While getting rarer by the minute, our few businesses offer hitching posts for your horse. Almost nobody needs them anymore and those who do find a use for them are probably doing it as a hobby. But we are still active ranchers, yo. This is a local ‘feed store.’ They branched out several years ago with this new building where they offer gardening supplies and hardware in case your sink breaks cos who wants to drive a 60 mile trip to Town? I went to get Bobby a new collar (leather but not those freak-o studded kinds — the only kinds big enough for Himses precious neck on offer at PetCrap or PetShite, major retailers). They rang back an hour later but I was already home.
‘Erm, I’m not driving another 24 mile roundtrip today!’ I made Spike take me. Har!
In addition to the feed store, there are a few other businesses within a 15 mile radius, including this tractor repair joint. Bloke running it took over from his daddy who used to do it at their house a little closer to us. If we need them to work on it, we have to have it hauled rather than drive the tractor along the highway now. Can’t say if the new place has hitching posts.. I’ve never been there these 20 years, though our tractors visit too frequently.
This is called ‘river bottom’ land. In the Ozarks, that’s saying something, to have a flat piece of land. In addition to handily being flat, it’s also FLOOD PLAIN, so flooding brings nutrients to the soil and it’s virtually always farmed with crops. This is fine Missouri Corn (maize). We do a lot of sorghum and soy here, too.
Another rare straight stretch of road for the Ozarks but I’m coming down a long hill — note the powerlines. Often your cleared bits of straight are maximised by the power company (otherwise constantly being knocked down and over by branches in tornadoes, general summer thunderstorm winds or broken down by ice in winter). If you look far off, you’ll see the road drops off, then disappears (and twists many times, crosses a river) and then climbs up to the next hill you see rather far off.