Keeping it all business here
During our adventures yesterday we needed to get to a quarter corner monument that would normally fall in a county road in our corner of the world. Not this one. I think geologists refer to the hills we were encountering as the Chautauqua Hills which fall between the Flint Hills and the Osage Cuestas in southeastern Kansas. The county road diverts roughly 650 feet to the west of this point. Hiking from there was not a welcome thought as we knew rain was moving in and, besides, why hike if there is a better way. I had noticed a driveway to a house not far from where we needed to go, although there were numerous “No Trespassing” and “Private Property” signs. Drove up the driveway anyway in hopes of either being welcomed or finding no one (or killer dog) around to chase us off. It turned out we parked just a bit over 100 feet from the monument but it was still steeper than I would prefer.
I made a point to head towards what appeared to be the “front” door and noticed the vehicle had a handicap tag. Knocked on the door and could hear movement inside the house. Waited an appropriate period then knocked again. The door came open and there stood a lady in a nightgown and flimsy robe to greet me. As I explained why were intruding on her property she became rather social. I am no catch, but, I’m guessing she doesn’t have a lot of strange men come knocking at her door. I began to get the feeling that I would be welcome to come on in the house and stay for awhile. Nope, not me. There is work to be done and I had better get back to it. Business is business.
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