Directly behind our little rancher sits an old 100+ year farmhouse that has a working farm lane in front of it. I call it a "working farm lane" because every spring, the tractor putt-putts its way back there and plows up the fields which will soon produce rows and rows of corn for use on the nearby farm. This same lane cuts right through these corn fields and ends at the start of a wooded lot. The lane then changes into a path; a well-worn path that meanders through the woods in several directions. One direction will take you deep into the woods where last time I walked, a surprised trio of deer were startled with my loud tromping and chatter (I was with a girlfriend, after all, so we were chattin' it up.) If you choose to take the other path, you'll end up in a lovely clearing where you'll find a shed of sorts (for the adventurous camper), a fire pit with neat stacks of firewood nearby, and a lovely old tire swing--the kind that's hanging from a great huge oak which has been there for generations. In other words--it's the perfect spot for a picnic. Or a photo shoot. Or both.