I was sitting on the deck (one of three since my husband can’t stop his building addiction) when a truck stopped in the middle of the road. I turned around to see Roger, our closest neighbor. The neighbors on Akins Creek are scattered with most having at least one hundred acres separating them. Akins Creek road is not a place for strangers. You are told this as you turn onto the road and are greeted with a sign kindly asking you to leave if you don’t own property here. The county won’t service this road so you can’t get past our cabin without a four-wheel drive vehicle. The road is one car wide so if you meet another vehicle you have to decide who backs up. This area is quite remote and the inhabitants like it that way.
Roger is a permanent resident and country as turnip greens. It is a treat when he stops by. Today he had decided to make a trip into town and stopped to see if we needed any supplies. I love this about country people. This is not an unusual occurrence. Most neighbors stop on their way through if they see our truck there. If we are not outside they will sit in their vehicle until we make it outside to greet them. It’s the country code. It’s so rare to see your neighbors that they make a point to check in on you when they do drive by.
This trip to the cabin was a very peaceful one. Not that I’ve ever had one that wasn’t peaceful. My only complaint is that the flies, mosquitos and the chiggers were a little too friendly. Not all guests are welcome here. We did however have two black bears come up behind the cabin. I haven’t seen them since last fall so this was quite a treat. They turned out to be our only visitors on this trip. I guess it’s just too hot for the rest of the critters to stir. I’m afraid it’s too hot for me to stir either.