This is the little road to the back forty. The property to the left belongs to the banker. The picture is of a dry creek bed where the water washes down when it does rain (which it hasn't lately). Once when we lived on the ranch it was a rainy season and it was too wet to drive down there so we walked. Standing there we heard a noise and looked up to see a big wall of water coming down. We ran to get out of the way. This road was getting almost impassable so John hired a young man to help him haul these rocks there to make it passable until the rains come again and wash them away. You can't tell from the picture how deep it is but when we would go to the back forty to plow or plant I would have John let me off to walk across while he drove the tractor across. I could just imagine the big John Deere falling over and me under it. When he got across he would stop and I would climb back on. It has very large fenders and I sat on one. It also has a shade over it but no a/c. It was fun in those days but the last time I rode on the tractor with him it was over such rough land the next morning I was so sore I could hardly get out of bed. I guess my tractor riding days are over but we do drive over these rocks in the work truck. No place else but south Texas.